After class, Camino found himself walking down the city streets alone. Why did Pan keep rejecting him? She had said herself that he was a nice guy, but apparently that wasn't enough for her. Today was the fifth time that he had been rejected by her.

Part of him wanted to forget about her and scope out more girls, but the other half of him ached for her and the need was overpowering. He wondered what it would be like when he finally got her to be his girlfriend. What would Gohan say?

Camino wasn't sure what Gohan would say. He knew Videl wanted them to get together because they'd make such a good couple.

It definitely sounded interesting, but he'd worry about that obstacle when and if he was faced with it.

"Young man."

He turned and saw a young woman standing on the sidewalk. She was dressed in a fortune-teller's attire. "Come here, young man. I see that you seek advice."

Camino hesitated. "Oh, what the hell." He walked up to her. "Sure, I guess I could talk to you."

"Very well," she said. "Come inside."

She walked inside the small building they were in front of. She walked though the waiting room and led Camino through a purple, jeweled curtain. Inside of this smaller room was a low table with a crystal ball on it.

"Sit." She took her place behind the crystal ball. Camino sat on the floor across from her.

"Tell me your name."

"Camino," he said.

"Ah yes, Camino."

She ran her hands over the crystal ball. She gazed into it for a moment. Camino didn't see anything in it, but what looked like a white fog.

"You seek the love of another who will not return your feelings," the fortuneteller said. "You cannot decide if you should give up or continue to seek her love."

"Yes, that's right!" Camino said. "How did you...?" He shook his head. "Tell me, what should I do?"

"Look deep inside yourself for the answer."

His face fell. "Jeez," he complained. "Anyone could have told me that."

"Do not be so quick to judge," she said. "I will give you something to help." She got up and went to some shelves against the far wall. She picked up a small bottle with red liquid inside. "Here, this will help you in your mental struggle."

"What is it?" he asked, suspiciously.

"A potion to help you decide." She sat down across from him again and pushed the bottle towards him.

"Hey, I'm not into taking drugs..."

"There are not narcotics in here," she said, heatedly. "Take this, it will help."

"Hmm." He picked up the bottle and looked closely at the red liquid. "All right." He stood. "Thanks."

"Where do you think you're going?" the fortuneteller asked.

"Huh?"

"You have to pay for that!" she said, holding out her hand for money.