As I was about to toss the chicken bones on the floor and conjure up a prediction, my fire alarm went off. There wasn’t any smoke mind you, save for the incense burning to mask the smell in the cauldron. The sharp beep was merely tolling the death of the alarm’s battery. I hadn’t changed it since I moved in, so I suppose that this lesser warning was to be expected. It was only a matter of time. As always, good luck in your predictions leagues.