As Theresa made her way down to the hospital cafeteria, she stopped and glanced into an open doorway. Inside, she saw her friend, Ethan Winthrop. He was with his wife, Gwen. Theresa never really cared for her.

At the moment, Theresa was shocked by what she saw. Ethan had a bandage covering his eyes. In one arm, he was carrying a cane. He was using the other hand to hold on to Gwen, who was guiding him into a chair.

"Ethan!" exclaimed Theresa, as she burst into the room.

"Hello, Theresa," said Gwen, sounding annoyed.

"Hey, you," Theresa snapped back. "Ethan, are you alright?"

"Listen, Theresa," said Gwen, as she approached Theresa, "Ethan's had a terrible accident. He's gone blind, and the last thing he needs right now is you jinxing him. So, just go away."

"Gwen, Theresa," Ethan shouted, raising his cane at them. He was clearly annoyed by their bickering. "Do I have to separate you two? You're both grown women, now start acting like it!" Ethan turned back to Theresa. "I'm a lot better than I look." He chuckled. "A group of us were out by the park, protesting Alistair's new project. He's purchased half of the park and is going to build over it. I don't know what he's building, it could be a coffee shop, a car dealership, or it could even be a casino. I know the last one doesn't make much sense, but it's not easy to figure out what Alistair Crane's thinking.

"Anyway, after being told to get out the private property for the umpteenth time, there was an explosion. We don't know what caused it, but the good thing is that no one was seriously hurt. I just remember seeing the flash of the blast, being blown off my feet, and everything going dark."

"Oh, Ethan," replied Theresa, nervously. Ethan could hear the fear in her voice.

"Don't worry," he reassured her, "The doctors said it's temporary. I'll be seeing again in no time." He leaned back and placed his hands behind his head.

"Ethan," continued Theresa, "I just want you to know that no matter what happens, I'm behind you 100 percent."

"That's what I'm here for!" said Gwen, angrily.

"Ethan loves me!" Theresa snapped back.

"No, he loves me. I'm his wife!"

"Well, I'm his soul mate!"

Just then, Ethan swung his cane between the two young women.

"I meant what I said about separating you two!" he shouted, forcefully. The room fell silent.

"Theresa," Ethan continued, "I appreciate your support. It means a lot right now. But I think you should leave before someone gets hurt."

Theresa nodded. She shot one last icy glare at Gwen and then left the room.

"Ethan," Gwen wailed, "Why do you let her talk to you like that?"

"Like what?" Ethan replied, sounding confused.

"You are letting Theresa walk all over you. How can you not see it?"

"Well, I can see much of anything right now." Gwen didn't seem to think that Ethan's joke was that funny.

"I'm serious, Ethan. She is like a black cat. Every time she crosses our path, something terrible always happens to us. She's trying to steal you away from me. I'm trying to protect what we have."

"Gwen!" shouted Ethan. Gwen finally stopped talking. Ethan got up from his chair and slowly made his way over to her.

"Theresa will not come between us," he stated, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I think you believe Theresa's dangerous is because you want to believe that. You know I love you, right?" He leaned in and kissed Gwen. Gwen smiled.

"I do now," she replied. She glanced down at her watch.

"I have to go meet with my mother, now. But I'll be back later to take you home."

Ethan smiled as he sat back down. "I'll be right here waiting for you," he replied.

After one last good-bye kiss, Gwen left the room.

Ethan watched Gwen as she left the room. He hadn't told her, but he was starting to develop a sort of hypersense that allowed him to see sound waves bouncing off of certain objects. He watched the silhouette of his wife walk out the door and down the hall. He then began practicing with his cane. He began twirling it like a baton.

As Gwen made her way down the hall, she listened to music playing over the radio. It was Pretty Woman. As she hummed along to it, she felt a kind of energy building inside of her. Igniting her middle and pointer fingers, Gwen reached out and drew a heart in midair. Inside the heart, she wrote "Gwen + Ethan." The glowing valentine hovered in its place for several seconds. Gwen stared at it until it had completely faded.

"Theresa," she said to herself, "I swear, with every fiber of my being, you will never come between me and my husband."

There was a relatively long line in the cafeteria, but Theresa finally managed to get a cup of coffee for Whitney.

"That'll be $4.50," said the young man at the register. As Theresa handed him the money, the man reacted, "Whoa! Who does your nails?"

Theresa looked at her fingers and gaped in shock. In place of her usual fingernails was a set of small, pointed nails that resembled cat claws.

As she walked away with her coffee, Theresa pulled a pair of gloves from her purse and put them on. She made her way back down the hall as if nothing was wrong.