Fi crawled out of the back seat of her car, having changed into more appropriate clothes. Grabbing the backpack on the floor of the backseat, Fi began her hike. It took her a good hour and she had to double check her GPS a couple times but she finally reached her destination.

"Can I help you, miss?"

"Fi whirled around, "Who are you?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I asked first."

"Fair enough, I'm a park ranger and this particular area is off limits. It's dangerous."

"I know how to take care of myself."

"I doubt that, city girl," the ranger snorted. "But even if you can, rules are still rules."

"I thought this area was under the control of a Mr. Smyth?"

"It is."

"Well then, don't worry about it, I'm here for Mr. Smyth. He asked me to… to do some scouting," smiled Fi.

"Mr. Smyth may have bribed the right people, but there are still laws."

"Like?" she demanded, putting her hands on her hip.

"Like having to have a ranger with you even if you have consent to explore this area."

"I see," smiled Fi deviously and holding out her hand, "lets call a truce then shall we? And you can be my guide?"

"I'll have to check with Mr. Smyth, but as long as he says it's alright than yes," he reluctantly agreed, shaking her hand.

When his hand slipped into hers, Fi quickly tightened her grip. Ignoring his raised eyebrows, she mumbled under her breath.

"Wha-" he started, but stopped as a dazed look came over his face.

"Easy there, ranger," Fi smiled, helping him to sit.

"I don't under-"

"Sshh," she instructed, leaning him against a tree. "Don't fight it."

A moment later he began snoring deeply. Letting out a sigh of relief, Fi made her way over to the valley. Looking over the edge, she noticed there didn't seem to be a way to hike down. Sighing she opened her pack.

With everything in place, Fi began repelling down into the valley. Fighting the urge to close her eyes, she slowly made her way down and tried not to think about falling. Feeling her feet hit the ground, she quickly detached herself from the harness.

"Oh my God," she breathed taken aback at the ruins and rock drawings.

The find was revolutionary and would change a lot of what the company thought it knew. Suppressing her excitement, Fi dug a small camera out of her bag. She started with the walls of the valley, capturing the drawings on film, before moving on to the small ruins sticking out of the ground. Finally satisfied she had taken enough pictures, she began to take samples and notes.

After several hours, she felt she had enough preliminary information for one day. She would need to sort through what she had collected before she could do anything more on sight. But first, she wanted to examine one ruin in particular.

Fi made her way to the center of the valley, stopping before the largest of the ruins. It was a raised pentagram with indentations at each of the points with inscriptions around them. Fi chewed on her lip. She had a talent for languages and was fluent in a good many, and was at least familiar with a few more but she had no knowledge of Native American languages.

-The principle should still be the same… I mean, if it doesn't work, worst case… it kills me. Okay, that's a pretty bad worst case but, it's not likely and the majority of magic is guess work, anyway…-

Before she could change her mind, Fi began filling the indentations with the appropriate elements in the traditional order. When she was finished, she retrieved a knife from her bag. Gritting her teeth, she slit her palm open and quickly pressed it into the center of the pentagram.

The wind began picking up, becoming rather violent. The sky over the valley became dark and Fi could feel the earth vibrating beneath her. Panicked, she tried to pull free but found she couldn't. She was trapped. The center of the ancient symbol turned a glassy clear, and her hand begun to sink into it. Struggling to breathe as panic began to take over her, she desperately pulled against it. But like quicksand, the more she fought it the faster it pulled her in. She let out a scream, as it sucked her whole body in.

Fi felt her body hit ground, painfully. Fighting off a wave of nausea, she pushed herself up. She wasn't trapped in the pentagram, but was back in the valley. However, it was no longer early afternoon but late evening. Shaking, Fi collected her things and made her way out of the valley. Ignoring her exhaustion, she laid her hand on the still sleeping guard and mumbled the counter spell.

He didn't wake up. Concerned, Fi tried casting another spell, and calling on an element. Nothing. She closed her eyes and tried to just feel her magic, the world's magic, any magic. Nothing. Shoving down her panic, Fi turned and began stumbling back to her car. The guard would wake with the sunrise, regardless.

Stumbling out of her office, Fi left the camera with a note on Jessa's desk. She glanced at the clock as she fought back a yawn. Five o'clock. She should have time to get home, freshen up, and get back to the office.

She paused on the sidewalk, closing her eyes to the dizziness.

-Coffee. I just need coffee.- she tried to assure herself, even as her legs felt ready to give out.

"Fi?"

She looked up in surprise, and felt her legs buckle.

"Fi, what's wrong," demanded Carey, catching her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her mind feeling foggy.

"I was running. Fi, what's the matter with you," he asked again, pressing his hand to her forehead.

"Nothing, I'm just tired," Fi insisted, as another wave of nausea rolled over her.

"Fi, you're burning up. I'm getting you home, where's you car?"