Prompt: The fortune teller in the window.

She stops him with a sharp tug on his shirtsleeve and he pauses mid-step. He follows her line of sight, frowning.

"Really?"

She shrugs, "Will you?"

She bats her big blue eyes up at him and he knows he doesn't stand a chance of getting out of this. He simply sighs and rolls his eye in acquiescence. She 'drags' him off toward the dark tent, practically skipping in her excitement.

They find the fortune teller – Madam Luna – waiting patiently in the dimly lit space. There's a small round table, draped in thick purple fabric, and he almost turns away at the sight of the crystal ball. The woman there is old enough to be his grandmother and the heavy robes she wears look like they're smothering her.

"Welcome. I have been expecting you. Please, sit."

He casts a skeptical look in Felicity's direction but the look of joy on her face silences the protests swimming around in his head.

Madam Luna begins their session with general observations, he notes. Little bits of their lives, their personalities, that anyone with a knack for reading people would've been able to glean. He doesn't buy into the mysticism even when she lays it on thick for Felicity's benefit. When the old woman asks for Felicity's hand, he clenches his fists in his lap to keep from hauling her out of there. He doesn't know why but his discomfort is strong. She isn't a threat to him, that he knows, but he doesn't like the way that she's clutching Felicity's hand.

"You have a secret," she says suddenly, her eyes flicking back and forth between them, "One that you have yet to share with anyone else. You've been worrying about how they will respond, your friends and families. You are unsure of how accepting they will be of this impulsive decision that you've made."

Felicity peeks at him from the corner of her eye, the hand not currently clutched by the old woman coming to settle on his knee.

"They will be overjoyed. At least one will be. The others… they will come around. But your sister will be glad to welcome someone else into your family. It has become so small, your family."

He sits rigidly in his seat, staring at a spot over the woman's head as the memories slam into him. His father, his mother, Tommy. All of the people he's lost in the last eight years.

Felicity squeezes his knee, sliding a twenty dollar bill across the table as she stands. He follows her lead, his movements stiff, and they are just stepping back out onto the carnival's midway when Madam Luna calls out one last thing.

"Green."

They both stop, turning at the same time to find her watching them.

"Excuse me?"

She lifts one shoulder in a non-committal shrug, "The color green, it fills your future, blurs the edges a little. It seems awfully important."