Myf sat on the edge of her windowsill, staring out at the oncoming storm. Bad weather always made her melancholy, and today was no exception. She sighed and turned her head slightly to watch the blue ballpoint pen spinning in the air in front of her. The spinning was slow and almost hypnotic, but she soon lost interest. The pen dropped silently onto the carpet.
Myf stared unseeingly down at the pen on the floor, her thoughts elsewhere. As what usually happens when she was feeling melancholy, Myf's thoughts drifted to Scod, the blue member of Tripod she had met just over a year ago. A faint smile crossed her face as she remembered the magic stone she had given him - and all the trouble it had caused.
Her eyes focused on the pen, and it floated off the ground and into the air again. It was just after she had met Scod that she had discovered she no longer had to do spells - she could perform magic without the complex rituals and incantations.
A small frown appeared on Myf's face as she watched the pen floating in the air in front of her, her mind running over the millions of questions that had been plaguing ever since she had first found out about her gift. Why didn't she need the rituals any more? She had never heard of this type of magic happening to anyone else - there had always been spells involved. Was it just her that this was happening to? If so, why? And why hadn't it ever happened before?
Myf growled in frustration. There was no way to answer her questions, and they were driving her nuts. She got up off the windowsill and headed into the kitchen, the pen dropping back onto the carpet behind her. She wandered around for a while, then headed back out into the living room, trying to shake off the strong feeling of restlessness that had suddenly settled. Outside thunder boomed suddenly and she jumped, then cursed herself silently for her unease.
Myf picked up her coffee mug, thinking about making a cup of coffee, but decided against it. The last thing she needed right now was caffeine in her system. She put the mug down again. Then on impulse, she picked it up again - this time with her mind. The mug floated in the air just above her head, where she could get a good look at it.
It was navy blue, with no real design, but she had noticed a faint fleck of white on the side. On closer inspection she could see it was a tiny crack. Grumbling, she plucked the mug out of midair and carried it over to the sink. Suddenly she gasped, and dropped the mug, not even hearing it when it shattered on the floor.

FLASH!

"No, no - it's the RED wire first, you idiot!" snarled a voice.
"Fine then smartarse, you do it!" a second voice snarled, deeper then the first.
"How long until it goes off?" a third voice joined in.
"A half hour. Then all these suckers will be blown to smithereens!" Snickers.
"And the Hi Fi bar will be no more!"

FLASH!

Myf reached out and clung to the kitchen table, swaying unsteadily on her feet. Visions of three figures huddled around a strange-looking device�a bomb! Despite never having seen one before except in movies, Myf knew for certain that's what it was.
What the hell was happening? Was that a vision? She had heard of such things happening to people, but she had never suffered from prophecy before. She nearly whimpered aloud. What the hell was happening to her?
The Hi Fi bar will be no more�
The words repeated themselves clearly in her mind. The Hi Fi bar! Tripod had a gig there tonight! Myf dashed out the door, grabbing her car keys and coat on the way.

Scod shifted uncomfortably on the small stool he sat on as he tuned his guitar. The bad weather had made the strings act strangely, and he had to readjust them.
"Alright," he said finally to Yon and Gatesy who were waiting patiently. "Do you want to take it from the top?"
Yon nodded. "We may as well - I still can't get my timing in the second verse." Gatesy laughed, turning on his stool to face Yon who sat on the other side of the stage.
"But you were the one who wrote it!" he cried. Yon grinned.
"That still doesn't mean I can get it right."
Scod opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by a commotion coming from out the door and down the hall. The guys glanced curiously at each other.
"Maybe someone wants to get in early?" Yon said with a shrug. Scod glanced at his watch; it was still another hour until the Hi Fi bar would open to the public. Gatesy, who was by far the most curious of the three, got up off his stool and hopped off the stage.
"What is it?" Yon asked, as his fellow Tripod member peered around the door.
"There's a short woman yelling at Michelle and the bartender - they're trying to stop her from getting in," Gatesy called back with a grin on his face. Instantly the other two jumped off the stage to join him, not wanting to miss out on their manager tell off someone.
Peering around the corner, they saw a petite woman glaring up at Tony, the bartender and owner of the Hi Fi bar, who was blocking her path. She had the figure of a gymnast - small and thin, but with hints of muscle too. Her long brown hair was loose and framed her pretty face, giving her a slightly wild and tousled look. She looked mad. Scod gasped - he'd recognize that woman anywhere!
"Listen jerk-off, I need to get through!" Myf declared, stomping her foot for effect. "This is bloody important!"
"Listen lady," Tony was also starting to get a bit pissed off. "You can't come in, so you're better off just coming back in another hour when we open!"
Scod took this as his chance to leap into the conversation; he was dying of curiosity to know what Myf wanted. "It's alright Tony," he called, stepping out from the room. "She's with me."
Myf glanced at him gratefully, before turning back to Tony. "You heard him jumbo - move it!" Tony glared down at her, but stepped out of the way. Myf stormed past, without so much as a glance over her shoulder.
"A little eager to get into the taping?" Scod teased, aware that Yon and Gatesy were listening intensely to what he was saying, wondering why the hell he had stood up for her.
"You have to get out of here now!" Myf hissed urgently. "All of you!" She looked at Gatesy and Yon too, who just glanced at each other in bewilderment.
"Why?" Scod asked, his face showing his own puzzlement.