Once, when I was a little girl, I caught a falling star, and he told me many things. He told me how I was going to lose my boots, meet Arthur Kirkland, and that Arthur was going to kill me. I wasn't sure what the star was trying to tell me, but time proved the star right. I lost my boots, met Arthur, and Arthur did kill me. I guess you can't really fight your fate after all. But I'm still trying, and someday all be able to get back to my Arthur.