Disclaimer: I own nothing, life is unfair, I know.

Shawn Spencer could not shake the depression he was in. Ever since Jules had broken up with him all he did was sit listlessly on the couch. He barely ate or drank. He hadn't taken a single case in a week and he didn't see himself taking another one for a while. He had gone to a restaurant this evening to see if it would lift his spirits, but it didn't.

He arrived at the Psych office not long later. He had been staying there since he had been living with Juliet when she kicked him out. He opened the door to the office and immediately noticed some things were out of place. Gus's OK magazine was not on his desk, the lockers were open and his duffel bag was unzipped. He called out "Gus, you here?"

He turned on a light and found a red-headed young woman on his couch reading Gus' magazine. She said "You need to get a better lock and better reading material. I mean really, who wants to read three month old car magazines?"

"Well, next time you come here I'll have something better. Until then feel free to leave before I call the police."

"We both know there's no chance you'll call the police. You don't want to run the risk that you're ex coming instead of a squad car."

"I'll have you know that I am a psychic detective and I can see right through you."

"We also both know that you are not psychic. I've caught you on a crapton of cameras with your friend Gus, breaking in to places to find evidence that you later reveal in a dramatic way later at the police station, but hey, I get it. If you hadn't told the cops that you were psychic you would be in jail."

"How do you know all this stuff?"

"Well, I'm not psychic, but I do have a way with computers. By the way, Gus has a nasty virus on his system. You might want to tell him that."

"Why exactly are you here?"

"I am here to offer you a job. And some Prozac. Seriously, dude, you look terrible."

"Gee, thanks. What kind of job are you offering exactly?"

"Well, it's a lot of different things, but it has something new and interesting every week."

"Okay, but what do you do?"

"We hunt down deadly artifacts and store them in a top secret warehouse in South Dakota. An artifact is an ordinary object that was changed by an event and given out of the ordinary powers."

"You are insane."

"I thought you might say that so I did something a tiny bit against the rules." The woman put on a purple glove and pulled a kettle from behind her. "This kettle grants wishes. I never really learned who this kettle belonged to, but whatever."

"It grants wishes?"

"Yeah."

Shawn grabbed the kettle, a scene playing out in his mind of Juliet running through the door and inviting him back into her life. The top of the kettle popped open and out jumped a ferret."

"I didn't wish for a ferret."

"If what you wish for is never going to happen, you get a ferret."

"Great. Fine, I'll take the job. I need to get out of here anyway."

"I'm Claudia." The woman stuck out her hand.

"Shawn Spencer." He shook the proffered hand and shook it.

The woman handed him a folder and said "You need to be at those coordinates tomorrow at noon. There's other information in the folder that you will need to know to work at Warehouse 13."

"Okay. See you then."

Another woman emerged from the shadows. She was African-American and her hair somewhat resembled a beehive. The woman said "Well done, Claudia, but we will have to talk about your disregard the rules."

Claudia froze, her smile melting off her face as she gulped audibly. "Hi, Mrs. F."