"Hush, hush," says the Ancient.  "We must form a circle; we must determine the outcome of your future.  Billy, tell
me about yourself."
	Billy speaks:  "I am Billy Blaze, eight year old kid genius.  I work diligently in my backyard clubhouse have built
an interstellar starship from old soup cans, rubber cement, and plastic tubing.  While my folks are out on the town and the
babysitter has fallen asleep, I travel into my backyard workshop, don my brother's football helmet and transform into. . .
Commander Keen!  Defender of the Universe!  In my Bean With Bacon MegaRocket, I dispense justice with an iron hand!"
	"Wondeful," says Paige.  "Street Scum, tell us about yourself."
	"Well, my childhood was most unconsequential," says Street Scum," but if you insist.  Where to begain. . . About my
parents, perhaps?  My mother was a fifteen year old prostitute named Cloey with webbed feet.  My father would often get
drunk and make ludicrous claims such as that he invented the question mark.  He often acused chestnuts of being lazy, the
kind of insanity only possessed by the genius.  I led a normal childhood."
	"Fascinating," says the Ancient.  "And you happy foursome?  Tell me about yourselves."
	The British speak in unision:  "We're British and have been best friends for forty years."
	"Ah yes," says the Ancient, shuddering.  "As if that doesn't explain it.  Now I must find your future."  Paige
pauses, hums and then says," I see your fortune.  It reads," No matter which path you take, you will reach the same final
destination."
	"So that's like saying if he gets married or stays swinging single, either way he'll end up without a wife?" asks
George.
	"Shut up," suggests the Ancient.  "And leave.  I've found your future.  Now go make it.  Or something."
	The Ancient disappears, leaving the six of them a clear view of the forest path she had just come from.
	"Bloody witch," says Ringo.  "What is she talking about?  All this talk of paths is starting to remind me of those
fundraisers we had in second grade.  Remember those, John?"
	"Oh yes," says Paul.  "Those were the days.  They were bad days, but days nonetheless."
	Commander Keen examines the path leading into the forest.  Lo and behold, it just so happens to split up into
two parts.  The left path seems to lead toward a field, another clearing.  The right path seems to lead deeper in the
woods.  Which way to go?