Let's...think this through.

Let's just actually narrow it down?

Paloma stared at the crystal ball and shook her head. This wasn't going to work if she didn't put her mind in order. Priorities. And she wrote them down on a small piece of parchment.

But her head was bringing every crazy and maybe stable thought she could have: Her family, Kai, Julliard, New York, her friends (those who had left, those who would leave this term). All of them, not in particular order, had a big part of her past few days occupied. But she could only think of one.

Ballet, in Julliard.

Maybe that...was...an advancement.