Tina found herself in that same misty foggy ally. Whispers surrounded her. 

“Hello” She called.

“Don’t be afraid.” The whispers said. 

“Afraid of what?” Tina asked. 

“It is who you are.”  The whispers echoed all around her. 

“Who I am? What does that mean?” Tina called but the mist was dissipating around her. 

“Tina. . .Tina. Earth to Tina.” Crystal called. Tina snapped out of. 

“Huh. Oh sorry. What is it?” Tina asked. 

“You’re 11 o’clock conference call with New York is one the phone.”  Crystal said. 

“Ok thanks.” Tina pressed a series of buttons on the phone. 

“Tina?” A male voice said. 

“Yes Ted I’m here.” Tina leaned back in her chair. 

“Have you had a chance to look over some of the scripts I sent you?” He asked. Tina glanced at the stack of scripts on the corner of her desk. 

“Some of them. Which one did you have in mind?” She asked. 

“I was hoping we could discuss the action buddy movie. Friends Cubed.” He said. Tina rolled her eyes. She thought “I’ve really got to find someone better to fill his job.” 

“Go ahead pitch it I’m listening.” She said. She looked down at the mark on her arm. She rubbed her finger across it over and over. 

Ted began pitching the movie about 3 friends and their trials and triumphs. Tina wasn’t paying him any attention. All she could think about was her waking dream. 

Ted was in the middle of character development when Tina suddenly remembered the membership card from the club. She fished out her wallet from her purse. She opened it and pulled out the card. It shimmered. She didn’t remember it doing that before. 

She examined the card. The club name Darkside was printed on the front in black ink. The letters were shadowed in purple and blue. Tina flipped the card over. Nothing was there. She flipped it back frontside up and laid it on the desk. 

“Do you have any questions?” Ted asked. 

“No, not at the moment. Let’s do some prelim budget and casting. Can you get me that by wednesday?” She said. 

“Of course.” He said. 

“Thanks. Talk to then.” Tina hung up the phone and looked back down at the card. Something inside her told her look at the back of the card this time a series of numbers were printed across the back of it.