Francine woke up with a start. "I must have dozed off!" she thought.

A dark shape loomed over her.

"M…muffy? She said. A deep voice answered in reply, "Guess again."

"Brain?"

"What…no. Guess again."

"Mr. Reed?"

"No, it's Prunella. You know, the gypsy one."

Francine laughed out loud.

"Why are you laughing? I'm trying to be menacing." the voice boomed, annoyed.

Prunella pulled a glass ball out from within her robes. "Did you have that in there the whole time?" Francine asked, confused. Prunella examined the shiny sphere. "Uh…no. I'm not sure where it came from. Anyway, can you take off your shirt now?"

"Um…okay. I don't see why not," said Francine, indifferently. Francine pulled her shirt off in the sexy way Muffy had taught her.

"Wait, that's all it took? I had this whole thing planned out. There was going to be smog and lights – you know, me calling on the spirits." Prunella said, frustrated.

"Yeah, all you had to do was ask. That's what Muffy says, anyway." Francine shrugged.

"Look, can we stop talking about Muffy? I'm trying to do something here." Prunella said.

"Sorry," Francine said, grabbing her shirt. "I'll put it back on?" Prunella rolled her eyes. "Don't bother, you're dead to me."

"Look, just get out. This was going to be a sex thing, but it was ruined before it even started. I should just give up, I'll never be to you what she was." Prunella choked, near tears.

"But wait," said Francine, "this is my house! You came here."

Prunella tripped on her way out of the room. Crystal balls fell out of her cloak with a crash, rolling everywhere on the ground. Her sobs echoed in the hallway.

"This is the weirdest night," Francine thought, drifting back to sleep.

Francine woke up with a start. "Not again," she thought. A dark shape loomed over her. "M…muffy?" she asked.

"Dammit!" A familiar deep voice bellowed.