Bo is having a dream. It's in black and white. She is walking through a garden, stopping to admire something in the distance. A pair of hands wrap around her waist. She slowly turns and around, and there stands a beautiful woman with long and curly blonde hair, and blue eyes. The two begin to kiss. It grows long and more passionate. And they slowly kiss their way to the grass.
Bo is in the bed, making sounds, sexual sounds.
Back inside of the dream, Bo's body is rocking up and down as she moans with her eyes closed. When she opens her eyes, the woman's hair is now dark. Then the woman looks up at Bo, and it is Bo, horned and scary with a bloody mouth. Bo screams.
Bo wakes up to a huge thud. "Who's there?" she asks, with a dagger in her hand.
"Um oww," says a voice.
"Kenzi?" says Bo. She turns on a light and sees Kenzi sitting on the floor with a patched up Ziggy and an unplugged lamp.
"Yeah yeah. It's me," says Kenzi, rubbing the back of her head.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine. Just my ass and head broke my fall," says Kenzi, with a frown.
Bo helps her up. "What were you doing anyway?"
"Oh I don't know. Just heard you screaming bloody murder is all."
"And what were you and Ziggy planning to do? Shed some light on the situation?" says Bo, with a laugh.
"Funny," nods Kenzi. "And it was the closest thing to me. Ziggy just came along. He's my ride or die teddy. Anyway, what the hell happened?" she asks, sitting on the bed.
Bo sits near her, Indian style. "Just a dream. Well more like an even more twisted version of the movie Black Swan."
"Oh you're talking about that one part with the Kunis?" says Kenzi, nodding her head. Bo shrugs. "I can dig it. But what's really going on with you Bo?"
Bo sighs. "I don't know. I think that I'm…that I'm afraid of not passing The Dawning, and…"
Kenzi interrupts. "Hey don't think like that. You are going to pass," she says, with a comforting smile. Bo nods her head. "So yeah, Tamsin?"
Bo looks confused. "Okay? What about her?"
"I still can't believe that she helped you find me. And out of everyone else at that."
Bo stares off. "Yeah. To tell you the truth, I can't either."
Kenzi is thinking about something. "How did she know that she wasn't me anyway?"
"I don't know. Maybe she's just good at reading people." Bo shakes her head. "And I can't believe I just said that."
"I mean it's still weird considering that she hates you and that trickles down to me. But damn, if she didn't help you, I would've been honestly fucked."
"Yeah because everyone else thought I was a raving lunatic." Bo laughs. "I was all like that's not Kenzi, give her back bitch. Then I was threatening people."
Kenzi laughs too. "Well yeah, you all should have known from the heinous outfits as if I would ever be caught dead in those shits."
"Well she was pretty damn convincing. I'll give her that."
Kenzi smiles. "I'm just glad to be back."
"I am too…I mean I'm glad that everything worked out."
"Well Bo, maybe there's hope for you yet," says Kenzi, playing with Ziggy.
Bo frowns. "What are you talking about? And it had better not be what I think you're going to say."
"You know it is. She just might revert back into her old ways, you never know. You may get a second chance, who knows." Kenzi starts making Ziggy do the Moonwalk.
"And with that I say goodnight Kenzi."
Kenzi shrugs. "What? I'm just saying," she says. Bo throws a pillow at her. "Hey! Let's be out Ziggy. We know when we're not wanted," says Kenzi, getting up.
"And I love you too," says Bo, with a smile. "You know, you and Ziggy can stay in here."
"And be next to you acting like Freddy Krueger is after your ass. Nuh uh, we don't want that shit crossing over. Plus we actually want to get some sleep."
"Oh come on Kenzi, please," says Bo, with a sad puppy face.
"Alright alright. Lucky for you, I don't really feel like being on any steps, busted my ass and all." Kenzi gets in bed next to Bo. "These sheets are clean right?"
"Yes Kenzi," says Bo. She turns off the light and stares into the dark, thinking.
The Dal. Bo has just completed another test to obtain good fortune from a cricket, to which did not go over so well since she didn't get it. Stella gives her a break for the day until Bo's invitation arrives. Bo is just happy to be getting a break, having been training for days and nights. She hasn't had much time for anything else but eating and sleeping. Bo wishes that Kenzi was there with her, but Stella told her that humans contaminate this stage. On her way out, Bo gets a call from Lauren, and ends up playing around with this archaic looking mechanism.
Later at The Dal. Lauren comes into the bar excited. Bo is wondering what's gotten into her. Then Lauren spills the beans about how she has been granted a very prestigious award for outstanding stuff in science, well after the award people found out that the prior honoree was a fraudster. Her overexcitement has Bo thinking that she's been taking drugs of some kind. In any case, there is a ceremony to be held and Lauren is the guest of honor. She wants Bo to attend it with her, and Bo agrees. Lauren leaves in uber high spirits, Tamsin watching them all the while. She comes from the corner.
"Quite the couple," says Tamsin, with a smirk.
Bo is looking at her, checking her out. "Wow," says Bo, with a nod. "I mean," she says, frowning from blurting out her inner thoughts. "You look um, why are you dressed up anyway?"
Tamsin folds her arms. "Because, we're going to lunch."
Inside of a Dark bar. Bo and Tamsin are sitting at a table with drinks in front of them. "Didn't know that your idea of lunch would be Bloody Marys," frowns Bo.
"What? It has all the good stuff for you in it, tomato juice, vodka, and celery."
"Well I guess I can't be too surprised from someone who eats burgers and drinks beers." Bo is looking like she would like to bite her tongue for saying that out loud. Tamsin gives her a frown. Bo changes the subject. "So a Dark bar huh? For some reason I imagined that it would be like Texas Roadhouse with the peanuts on the floor. And maybe leather and spikes."
"Leather and spikes?" says Tamsin, with a strange look.
"Well yeah," nods Bo. "But I feel like I'm in a Light bar."
Tamsin smirks. "Please, we're way more bad ass."
"I'll have to see that to believe it," says Bo, with a smile. She drinks some of her drink and frowns from way too much vodka in it. Tamsin drinks some of her drink and smiles from the taste. "So, what are we doing here anyway?"
"I don't know, felt like having a drink," says Tamsin, with her usual look. "But seriously, I was getting tired of hearing everyone lie to you about The Dawning."
Bo looks concerned. "What do you mean lie?"
"The Dawning is not just some walk in the park. It's serious, you can die."
Bo's expression moves from concerned to fear. "Are you trying to scare me or something?"
"Believe it or not, I'm trying to help you." Tamsin sighs. "The Dawning is like the most dangerous shit that you can go through, then add a googol to that."
Bo shakes her head. "Trick and everyone else tells me otherwise."
"That's because they don't want you to freak out."
"So what are they not telling me then?"
Meanwhile Trick and Stella has just discovered Bo's invitation to The Dawning in the form of the bizarre apparatus that Bo triggered by mistake. Now Trick must play the game on Bo's behalf in order for Bo to be officially invited. However, the game will affect her until it is complete.
Back at the Dark bar. "I don't understand why they would withhold information like that, it's kind of like vital," says Bo, with hand gestures.
Tamsin sighs. "It's their way of helping I guess. But once you go there, it all falls on you."
Bo holds her head as if she were in pain. "I don't know if I can do this anymore."
"Well you kind of have to unless you want to end up all kinds of fucked up."
"You have a way with words Tamsin, you really do," says Bo, twirling the celery around in her drink.
"Look, it's not impossible. You just have to tell yourself that you can, you know?" Tamsin drinks some more. "Positive self-talk and shit."
"You mean like tell myself that I'm strong, I'm fearless, that I'm…"
A guy interrupts them. "You're Bo right?"
Bo gives him a questioning look. "That's right."
"They call me Pike," he says, looking thrilled. "Man, I've been waiting to run into you for a long time," he says, holding out his hand for Bo to shake it. Bo shakes his hand, wondering what's next.
Tamsin frowns. "If this is what you call getting your mack on, how about I save you the time. She's not interested," she says. Bo looks at Tamsin with surprise.
"Oh, I'm not trying to goal tend or anything, but me and the boys was over there thinking," he says. Two other guys walk next to him. "And we wanted to know how can you say that you don't have a side when you are most definitely Light? And it makes us feel some kind of way with you being here in our territory."
Tamsin stands up. "Is there a problem?" She looks at the guys with intense aggression.
"Well, it's not exactly what I would consider a Kumbaya moment," says Bo, standing up as well. They see a guy in the back of the bar waving his arm for them to exit. "I'm thinking a diversion would be in order," says Bo.
Tamsin nods her head. "Got it," she says. Then she punches all three of the guys in the face, knocking them all down.
"Good enough," says Bo. She and Tamsin rush to the back of the bar. The guy, who was in the back, locks the door after them. Bo and the guy make it outside while Tamsin is taking her time. "Thank you for your help. I guess I owe you," says Bo.
"Anytime," he says. "The name's Balzac." He extends his hand to her.
Bo wants to laugh at the sound of his name but decides against it. "Interesting name. Well thank you Balzac," she says, shaking his hand.
"No don't!" says Tamsin, finally reaching the two.
"Don't do what?" frowns Bo.
"Shake his hand," answers Tamsin. "Obviously too late."
"What's the big deal?" asks Bo, shrugging.
"He's a Spriggan. You made a deal with him, and now he can hold you to it," says Tamsin.
"How come I don't remember that part of the conversation?" asks Bo, with a frown.
"You said that you owed me, and you shook on it," says Balzac, smiling.
"Wait a minute," says Bo, backing away.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have very soft hands? What do you use, shea butter?" says Balzac.
"Never mind that. I didn't make any deals with you. So if you don't mind I have a ceremony to attend, with a very important person," says Bo. Balzac laughs. "What's so funny?"
"You are my dear," answers Balzac.
"Well I'm leaving," says Bo, with an attitude.
"I don't think so. See we made a deal. Besides, you really can't get rid of me until you honor our agreement," says Balzac.
"Watch me," says Bo. She tries to walk away and Balzac appears in front of her. She turns around, and there he is in front of her again. She does it a few more times and it's the same result. "What the hell?"
"Language. And I told you so. So, now that that's over, that I owe you, I'm cashing it in. I really need for you to get Cookie, but after that it's over," says Balzac. He then looks at Tamsin. "Since you don't owe me a favor you are free to go."
"Leave? I don't think so," says Tamsin, with a smirk.
"And this I-O-U is what exactly?" asks Bo. Balzac smiles.
At The Dal. The mechanism is starting to react more and is giving instructions in the form of visual interpretations. Two choices are given and Trick must make a decision on one of them, either one will temporarily affect Bo's future state. Trick is reluctant after he finds that his choice could aid or hamper Bo. Stella convinces him seeing that the contraption is timed.
In a Sub-basement. "Um, just how many stairs are we going to go down?" asks Bo, tired.
"Well we are in a secret lair, so it's meant to be secret. And it's Mr. Fang's so," says Balzac.
"Fang!" exclaims Tamsin. "Dude, are you trying to get her killed?"
"What? No, not at all," says Balzac, shaking his head.
"Who in the hell is Fang?" asks Bo. "And killed?" she says, frowning.
"He's Mr. Fang, and that's all rumors," responds Balzac, rather calmly.
"Cut the shit ball-sack. He's a Tong boss. And everyone knows that Fang is trouble," says Tamsin, crossing her arms.
"Don't believe what you hear. And when Bo puts her charm on him, he'll be as smooth as butter," says Balzac.
"And Cookie, she's here?" asks Bo.
"Yes she is. But I have to tell you that she is really little and a bit fragile," answers Balzac.
"Well let's do this like Brutus," says Tamsin. Balzac goes to a door and opens it to see a wall of brick. Tamsin frowns. He goes to another, same thing. "Bricks, nice. How much do you wager we fit in," smirks Tamsin.
Bo goes over to the wall and pushes it in. "Found it!" she says, happily.
At The Dal. Trick and Stella are awaiting the outcome that he chose. Success. Trick is now relieved, but he questions Stella about what happens if the one he chooses is the wrong one and Bo didn't pass, and she tells him that it would have been very messy. He heaves a huge sigh.
Back at Mr. Fang's. Bo, Tamsin, and Balzac walk in to find a teenaged Asian male with long colorful finger nails, eating a bowl of noodles with a pair of chopsticks. He wipes his mouth with a napkin.
"Wasn't expecting a cliché," says Bo, shaking her head.
At The Dal. The strange machine is asking to be fed one of two options, something to eat or drink. Trick chooses something to eat. And the machine decides on poison berries, one that affect each type of Fae in different ways.
The Secret Lair. Mr. Fang looks up. "Mr. Fang see that you all found Mr. Fang," he says, picking his teeth. "Congratulations. Have a seat. Both attractive women. What can Mr. Fang do for you?" He looks at Tamsin. "You, Mr. Fang thinks you should work for Mr. Fang."
"I don't think so Fang," responds Tamsin, with a smirk. "Not my ideal job."
"Please don't make him upset," warns Balzac, under his breath.
"What is it that you like pretty girl with blonde hair?" asks Mr. Fang.
"Let's just put it like this, it wouldn't be a reflection that you'll ever see," says Tamsin, smartly.
Mr. Fang is pissed. He pulls out a pistol. "Why are you pale faces here?" he asks, rather bluntly.
"See what you've done," says Balzac.
Bo puts her charm on him, rubbing his hand, he's mesmerized. "Mr. Fang is it? We came for Cookie. Tell us where we can find Cookie."
"Mr. Fang likes you a lot. No, Mr. Fang loves you," says Mr. Fang, smiling at Bo.
"Um thanks," says Bo.
At The Dal. Trick feeds the machine the berries and hopes for the best.
The Lair. "So, where is Cookie at Mr. Fang?" asks Bo, still rubbing his hand.
"Behind Mr. Fang," says Mr. Fang, moving to the side, exposing a chest.
"I thought that Cookie was a person," whispers Bo, to Balzac, who shrugs. She looks back over to Mr. Fang. "Okay Mr. Fang, now I want you to hand it to me," says Bo. Mr. Fang nods in agreement. "Othay?" Bo frowns. Mr. Fang looks like he is starting to become released from her grip. "Ohm, Fame uh neeb Coobie."
Tamsin moves closer to her. "Bo, what the fuck is going on with you?" she asks, with a smile, trying to play it off.
"Uh dob knobe," Bo responds. "Uh cab moob mie tub."
"This is not good," says Balzac, trying to remain calm.
Mr. Fang returns to pointing his pistol at them at point blank range. "You know you messed up right?" he says.
"Thub Coobie ib therb," says Bo.
"What? I can't understand you," says Balzac.
"Bahime im ib Coobie," answers Bo, frustrated.
"Still don't know what you're saying," says Balzac.
"Shut up!" says Mr. Fang. Suddenly Bo snatches his pistol away from him, pointing it at him now. Mr. Fangs laughs. "You messed up once again. You think you can mess with Mr. Fang and get away with it," he says, with his hands up. "You know what happens to people who mess with Mr. Fang, they die." Out of nowhere a blow gun is heard. And Mr. Fang falls onto the table with a dart in his back, dead.
Bo hurries over to the chest. She opens it and there are three fortune cookies. "Whib un ooh uh geb?" she asks.
"What?" says both Balzac and Tamsin.
"Uh sab whib un ooh uh geb?" says Bo.
"Maybe she's asking about which one to choose seeing that she's still over there," says Tamsin. Bo nods her head in agreement. "See."
"Oh, well, any one, hurry Bo," says Balzac.
"Um is it just me, or is someone shooting at us?" says Tamsin, dodging darts.
"That would be Whitman, he's just trying to make sure that I'm dead," says Balzac.
Bo picks one, and all three of them run out of the lair.
Outside. "He almost got us," says Balzac.
"Whab thub heb el wom wib me?" asks Bo, holding her mouth.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" asks Balzac.
"I said, what the hell is wrong with me?" says Bo.
"Look at that, you can speak again," says Balzac.
"Why the fuck is he after you?" asks Tamsin, crossing her arms.
"I assume because he has something that I'm looking for," says Balzac.
"Great, more cryptics. What is it with you guys?" says Bo. "And that's your deal because I'm done. Cookie, here she is," says Bo, handing it to him.
"Good try, but that's not the deal I'm afraid. This is just admittance. Well, let's be on our way. We must find the Land Lady for the prescription," says Balzac. "It's nothing. It will only take forty minutes at the most."
Bo's phone rings. It's Lauren. "I'm glad you answered," she says, drinking. "Okay, why can't people trust atoms?" she asks.
"Um, are you talking about guys named Adam?" asks Bo, walking fast to keep up with Balzac.
"No Bo. I'm referring to atoms, you know like the bomb?" says Lauren.
"Oh. Um, is this a riddle or something? Because you know me, not all into that kind of stuff."
"Wait, you'll get it. So, why can't people trust atoms?"
"Why can't they?"
"Because they make everything up. You see," says Lauren, laughing a bit. Bo is quiet. Lauren sighs. "That was a joke, you know, ha ha."
"Oh um yeah, that's great babe," responds Bo.
"Well okay. Bo I'm just so happy that you'll be there with me. I don't think I can do it alone. Anyway, I would like to use your bracelet, you know the one I like," says Lauren.
"Sure, anything. I am um running a bit behind schedule and I may be late," says Bo.
"Like how, how late Bo?" asks Lauren, with a frown.
"Forty to forty-five minutes maybe," responds Bo.
"Fifty to an hour promise," says Balzac, in the background.
"Who is that talking?" asks Lauren.
"Um nobody. I'm in The Dal, doing training. But listen hun, I'll be there for the banquet okay?"
"Okay Bo," says Lauren.
"Alright, I will talk with you later," says Bo.
Over an hour later. Bo, Tamsin, and Balzac are walking through a field. "Geez, I feel like I've been walking for years," says Bo.
"I thought you said that it would take less than an hour," says Tamsin.
"It hasn't been that long, just an hour or more," says Balzac.
"This had better be it Balzac," says Bo.
"Oh yes, of course. We just have to find the Land Lady and use Cookie to get into Brazenwood. Might take an hour or more at most," says Balzac.
Tamsin snatches him. "What the fuck did you just say?"
"What's the big deal about Brazenwood?" asks Bo.
"It's just a very Dark town with no rules that's fucked up, run by a bunch of low-life die-hard criminals, and you'll probably get killed," says Tamsin.
"Rumors. It's a small town, stays off the radar. Very green. Country essence. What's not to love?" says Balzac.
"That's a damn lie. It's fucked up, and I'm not going beyond the entrance," says Tamsin.
"Great, let's go Bo," says Balzac.
"I don't think so. You're a liar. And you expect me to go to some messed up Dark town where I can get hurt?" says Bo.
"Dead for sure," adds Tamsin.
"No, I'm going to a banquet with my girlfriend. She matters to me unlike this," says Bo.
"Really, then why are you always lying to her?" says Balzac. Bo doesn't know what to say. "Not the best relationship from my point of view."
"You don't know what you're talking about. And with that I'm gone." Bo walks away and Balzac appears in front of her.
"Okay okay. I have to get Hannah," says Balzac. "She's in trouble."
"You had better talk, and I mean fast," says Bo.
"Okay, well I'm what you call a bounty hunter. But it's not what you think. I find rare, especially outcast Fae like Hannah. It is my job to locate them and bring them to our school. It's a school for Fae who are different from everyone else. We provide room and board. And they receive an education there as well. It is a healthy and inviting environment, free from the bigotry of others."
"Great. Now we're dealing with Professor Xavier," says Tamsin.
"Bo, please. Hannah is being taken advantage of. I need you honestly," says Balzac.
"You better not be playing me," warns Bo.
"I'm not," says Balzac, crossing his heart. Bo pushes him and walks off.
On the way to Brazenwood, they stop at a wooden picnic table where a rather disheveled woman is sitting, smoking cigarettes in front of a trailer home, the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. Chickens are running around the area, and dogs are barking from the inside of the trailer. "Shut the hell up!" says the woman, to the dogs. There is a sign next to the table that reads Land Lady. "Yall don't belong around here."
"Oh wonderful, and might I add most beautiful Land Lady," says Balzac.
"He's full of shit," says Tamsin, to Bo.
"We are not troublemakers. We have come near and far to get the prescription," says Balzac.
The Land Lady probes all of them and then she focuses on Bo. "I want her," she says.
"Go ahead Bo," whispers Tamsin, to Bo, with a smirk.
"I hope it's not that kind of party," says Bo, looking uneasy.
Back at The Dal. The machine goes off again, and it shows infinity and a pit of snakes. Trick is hesitant to decide, but Stella warns him that he has to hurry since now the hourglass with sand has been sped up.
At the trailer. Bo is relieved when she finds out that the Land Lady wants her to pick a card from her tarot deck. Bo sits down on the bench in front of her. She places two cards in front of Bo and asks her to choose one of them.
"I really don't like having to make decisions like this," says Bo.
"May I remind you that we're on the clock," whispers Balzac.
Bo sighs. "I just have a thing about choosing. It kinda sucks ass."
Tamsin has her arms folded. "C'mon Spanish fly."
The Dal. Stella is pressuring Trick to choose quickly. He takes a deep breath and decides to go with infinity.
At the trailer. Bo picks from the deck instead, placing it in front of the Land Lady. She looks at the card that reads The Wanderer, and the expression on her face grows to spooked. The Land Lady looks at all of them suspiciously, flipping the card on the table.
Tamsin sees the card and frowns. "Oh fuck," she says.
Now the Land Lady is appearing to be frightened. "Don't nobody ever get that card," she says, swallowing hard.
Bo laughs. "It's just a game," she says. The Land Lady still looks uncomfortable. Then Bo flips over one of the two cards that the Land Lady placed on the table, and it's the same card, The Wanderer. She flips over the other card, same thing. The Land Lady is looking disturbed, and Bo is starting to look freaked out herself. Bo grabs the rest of the deck of cards and flips them over, spreading them out on the table, all of which displays the same card. Tamsin looks unsettled. Even Balzac is appearing nervous.
The Land Lady gasps. "Who in the hell is she? Why did yall bring her here?"
Tamsin pushes all of the cards on the ground. Her demeanor is fed-up. "We're not here for card games lady."
At The Dal. Bo succeeds and the machine is now asking for food or a drink again. Trick is nervy since last time he chose poison berries. So this time he decides on drink. Unfortunately he has to give it Bo's least favorite one.
The Trailer. "I want you off my property. You're bad news. Even my bitches can sense it," says the Land Lady. "So why don't yall just leave." The dogs are growling viciously.
"We're not going anywhere until you give us the prescription," says Bo.
The Land Lady sighs. "Yall got the goods?" she asks. Balzac hands her a handkerchief. She snatches it from him, and sniffs it repeatedly like she was doing drugs, and looking like she had some as well. "My my, hell of some tears."
"Hannah's tears are very potent," says Balzac.
The Land Lady writes an X on a prescription pad, rips off the sheet, and hands it to Balzac. "Here. Take her and go." A man wearing a long black trench coat and a black cowboy hat enters the scene with a blowgun, shooting at them. One of the darts hits a dog inside of the trailer. "You don killed my Petunia!"
"That's Whitman," says Balzac. Whitman shoots again and it strikes the Land Lady, killing her. Her body slumps over.
"We probably she go now," says Tamsin. They start to run off, but Balzac refuses to leave.
"What are you doing? We need to leave," says Bo, grabbing his arm.
"It's okay Bo. I can handle him," says Balzac. He walks over to the entrance of the trailer with his arms spread out. "You want me, you got me," he says. Whitman blows a dart at him, hitting him in the arm. Whitman puts his gun away and walks over to Balzac, cracking his knuckles along the way. Balzac is struggling to get up. Bo sneaks behind Whitman and as soon as he reaches Balzac, who opens the door to the trailer, Bo pushes Whitman inside of it. They shut the door behind him, and lock Whitman inside with a screwdriver. The dogs that are in the trailer start attacking him.
"Time is running out. Here, take this," says Balzac, handing Bo the prescription. "And the cookie, it allows you to get into Brazenwood."
"No, this was a group trip. I'm not leaving you behind," says Bo.
"I'm a liability now. You must rescue Hanna. Her life is in both of your hands now," he says, to Bo and Tamsin. Bo is still reluctant to leave. "Hurry," he says. Tamsin grabs Bo and walks away.
They reach the gate to Brazenwood. Bo tries to open it. "No don't. It's filled with landmines. If you don't use the cookie, well just think of Minesweeper," says Tamsin. She walks over to the gatekeeper. Bo follows.
Tamsin sounds the bell, and the door opens, displaying this rather old and unclean man, who resembles a serial killer, or at the very least someone insane. Elevator music is being played from inside of the wooden booth. Bo places the cookie on the counter and the man stares at her crazy. Bo frowns at him. She sighs and opens the fortune cookie, reading it to him. He smiles and laughs, the upper part of his teeth missing. Then he steps out and opens the gate for them. Bo walks to the gate, and Tamsin slowly walks behind her. She turns around and extends her hand to Tamsin.
"What are you doing?" asks Tamsin, looking at her oddly.
"Well you did say that you were only going to go to the entrance. So thanks for your help," says Bo.
"It's called changing my mind, people do that sometimes," says Tamsin, with a smirk. She walks inside.
Bo stands there in a bit of shock at Tamsin's decision to remain with her. She then looks at the creepy gatekeeper with a disturbed stare. Bo exhales and walks into Brazenwood.