Couldn't hurt.

Kristy Chan sets up a small card table in the middle of the room. To think that just the other day you were brutally beaten in the very spot that she's standing. And now you're back to do more tests for something that may not even be real...something that you might be getting strung along with and to what end? Only they could know for sure.

Well, at least the view is good. Kristy is a tiny creature, though plump in all the right places. Not that she dresses for skin's sake, but her little yellow tee and tight jeans hint enough at the delectable goods carried within.

"Is something wrong?"

You snap to attention and place your eyes back where they belong. "Nothing," you reply calmly. (That's the second time you got away with that.)

"Alright, let's start then," says Kristy. She sets herself down in a chair and places a deck of cards on the table. "Are you ready?" You nod, and Ms Chan pulls up the first card.

You focus with all your brain power on the card, studying the intricately drawn back like it carries a hidden message about its other face. After a moment you blurt out the first number and suit to stick in your mind. The girl frowns and flips the card, revealing something quite different from your answer. Subsequent tries don't to have much success, but the coed seems insistent that you must have some kind of ability somewhere. You did guess her surname, afterall.

With a frustrated sigh, Kristy rises from the table. "There's a water fountain by the window," she explains, "Why don't you take a break?" Your efforts in the last twenty minutes couldn't be called physically or even mentally taxing, but boring, perhaps. A cold shot of water might be the thing to get you awake and alert again.

But it isn't the water that puts you back at attention. Glancing out the window, you spot the asshole from the frat party, pacing back and forth lazily for no apparent reason. He never looks in your direction, but only turns his head just so, undoubtedly to see you in his peripheral vision. But why? What does he want and why does he want it from you? You could give this fucker a piece of your mind for stalking...