I thought it was a shame she had tossed it out. If I could only touch it one more time.

I decided to go on a walk. Get some fresh air. Or as my mother would put it, "go on an adventure."

Oracles? Pterodactyls? Aztecs alive in 1942? Werewolves? Why had nobody told me about these things before?

"Now that would be an adventure," I stated out loud to no one in particular.

I stuck my hands in my pockets, and let out a sigh.

"Excuse me," a little girl ran up to me, huffing as she struggled to catch her breath. "I believe this is yours."

She grabbed my hand, and put something in it. Before I could say anything, she ran away.

"That's curious," I thought.

I opened the palm of my hand, and there it was.

"The Oracle," I whispered in wonder.