"Jenna? That doesn't sound like the name of one of the Fates."

"Well, strictly speaking, it's the name of a fifteen-year-old girl who lives in New York..."

"What?!"

"Look, Henry, it's nothing personal; there's not a lot of magic people in this world, when I found one I had to try out my powers."

"Your powers? So you can tell the future?"

"Er... no, I can manipulate minds."

"So you've just been messing with me? To see if you can?!"

"I had to prove that I could do it! They were calling me crazy!"

"But that doesn't make what you did okay."

"I'm sorry, Henry. Really."

"Were you ever going to stop?"

"Oh yeah, totally. My mom is on the verge of believing me."

"Well, maybe I can help you make her believe."

"Really? You would do that, even after what I did to you?"

"Well, I know what it's like to not have anybody believe you."


"Henry, what are you saying?"

"I want to go to New York. Pretty simple, isn't it?"

"You want to meet the girl who's been messing with your mind."

"She was trying to prove she could."

"That doesn't excuse it!"

"I know, Mom, but she said she was sorry, and I want to help her. And I'm going. You coming?"


"Hi. Jenna?"

"Henry. It's nice to meet you."

"You too."

She had strawberry-blonde hair that went down to her shoulders in ringlets and eyes that seemed to be... violet. That was odd.

"Are you Henry's mother?"

"Yes. I'm Emma."

"Hi."

A tall woman who looked like Jenna came up behind her. "Jenna, who are these people?"

"Mom, this is Henry and his mother Emma."

"Hello."

"Hi, Ms..."

"Maraver."

"Ms. Maraver. I came here because Jenna told me that she was having trouble getting you to believe that she has the power to manipulate people's minds."

"Well, of course. It's not exactly an every day skill."

"Well, she was convincing me of things that weren't true for the last week or so. Her powers work on me."

"Henry, that's a sweet thing to say, but-"

"I live in Maine. She had no way to contact me in person. And you can get the most skilled hacker to check, she never did electronically."

Jenna's mother turned to her. "Is this true?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you did seem to... I suppose... Oh who am I kidding, I have no idea what's going on."

"Mom, do you believe me?"

"I guess I do."

Henry turned to Emma and smiled.

A/N: This story is now complete, unless somebody particularly wants to see it continue.