"Gently rest your palm on my hand, young one," said the fortune teller. Usagi gently laid her palm on the woman's hand, and the woman slowly turned the hand around until the blonde's hand laid palm side up.

Usagi had never gotten her fortune told before but couldn't pass up the opportunity when a carnival came to town. The fortune teller's tent was a deep purple with gold embroidery.

The inside of the tent had a table for the customers and the rest of it was cluttered. There was a red rose plant in a pot with several roses in full bloom.

Mamoru's favorite, Usagi thought. I wonder what he'd think of this tent. He'd probably want to clean it all, a neat freak like him.

Usagi sighed as she thought about possibly asking Mamoru to plant a rose bush with her in the park or somewhere. She'd say it was some homework assignment to make the park look nice.

She shook her head and looked at the crystal balls in the fortune teller's tent. They weren't all the same colour though—there were pink ones, blue ones, and even the traditional smokey-white one. She wondered if the lady had a green colored one like Mamoru's jacket.

"Why do you have so many crystal balls?" asked Usagi.

"My, my, aren't you the curious one?" The fortune teller gave a small chuckle and ran a finger down Usagi's hand. The blonde shivered and gave her attention back to the mysterious woman. "You're looking at me but your mind's off somewhere else, no?" The woman gave a knowing smile and folded Usagi's fingers, hiding the palm.

"Sorry, but your crystal balls were pretty and—"

"Oh, ho, that's not what I meant, child." The fortune teller rubbed her four fingers against the back of Usagi's four fingers. The blonde shivered again at the sensation. The woman let go of Usagi's hand and instead she played with the table cloth. "Your mind's always off thinking of somewhere else—"

"But my palm—"

"Or should I say someone else?" The fortune teller leaned in closer and narrowed her eyes. "One glance at your palm was all I needed, and that wandering mind of yours proves it."

"What're you talking about?"

"Your mind's not remembered him yet?"

"Remember who?" Usagi looked at her palm wondering what it told the fortune teller.

"But your heart remembers him well?" The blonde just looked at her with a confused look. The fortune teller sighed. "Here, let me," said the woman. She took the blonde's hand again and pointed to a line. "See that? That's your heart line. And this here—" she pointed to another line, "that's your life line. See how they meet up here?"

Usagi saw the two lines intersect but then they moved apart again.

"How come they move farther away after—"

"'Cause you found your love before, back in a different life."

"That doesn't make any sense—"

"Listen to me, child: you found your love in a different life, in a different time but something happened. Something separated you two."

"What?" The blonde grasped the woman's hands. "What happened? Who was he? When was this? Can I go back? How can I—"

"Downright curious you are," said the woman, chuckling again. "First off," she said, taking her hands out of Usagi's hold, "I'm not the history channel: I don't know what happened or when—"

"But—"

"Let me finish," she said, holding up her hand wanting silence. "What I do know is that fate will allow you to meet this fellow again. See the life and love lines?" She pointed again to the lines on Usagi's palm. "Yes, they separate, but they come back together again."

Usagi held up her palm closer to her eye. "We'll find each other again?"

The woman laughed at her and walked over to water her rose plant. She rubbed one of the rose's petals. It felt soft like velvet.

"What's so funny?" asked Usagi. "You just said I'll find him again and—"

"I'm laughing because he's—" she stumbled a bit and yelped out in pain. One of her fingers stung as she nicked herself on a thorn. "Alright, alright, no spoilers," she grumbled under her breath. She cleared her throat and turned to face the blonde. "Let's just say you might already be acquainted with this man."