She saw how Kusha correctly guessed the High Auction’s ticket number one digit at a time. If you have a lottery-guessing sister, it’s hard not to feel excited.

Kusha forces the thought away. Some things shouldn’t be downloaded even as subconscious alarms, she thinks. Two prophetic alarms are enough for one morning, she believes. But if she wanted, if she pondered a bit more on the thought, if she focused on her alarms, she could’ve caught another important prophecy. Perhaps, it’d have avoided many things. Perhaps, she could be cautious of what she gets attached to in the future. Perhaps, it would’ve never created this story.

Rashad will never let her attend the auction if he hears about the death alarm. He believes in her alarms. Everyone does.

How do you know these things?” Taha shouts, “Brain? Mind? Guts? Soul? You said you’ll teach me!