She blinks. If this is a dream, or a test, or whatever, why are there magic spells? She had never gone in for that sort of thing, even as a girl. She loved reruns of "Charlie's Angels" and "MacGyver," people who could solve problems in any scenario, no matter how ridiculous, people who could win a fight or a battle of wits and who were always smoother than her and always knew just what to say. No, she's learned her own magic. "Why me?" she asks Korulen.