And then the scene shifted and I saw an image of two people facing me with their backs in a hut that I can only describe as a shrine, the woman's shape curved in the familiar way Katrina stood when she was trying to look innocent, her hair cascading down in those loose waves she always tossed over one shoulder before telling a lie, her hands probably folded in front of her like she did when she wanted sympathy, I couldn't make out their faces but the female figure is unmistakably Katrina, *what was she doing in a place like that?* my mind screamed because Katrina mocked the elders' rituals, said they were old stories for pups, yet here she was in a space that screamed ancient power, her body language tense with purpose, the man beside her tall and still, their shoulders almost touching in
