When Jon and Athena finally made it to the occult shop, they saw another Sarah still in her green bikini, but this one had the name "Megan" tattooed on her. And she was standing right at the entrance to the store with an urgent look on her face, like a dog that really wants the hot dog you're roasting, but is afraid of the campfire.
"Hey Meg," Athena called to her, "do you have any palm-sage oil in stock?"
"Palm-sage oil?" Megan scoffed, "That's so weird, what could you possibly need that stuff for?"
"I just do," Athena replied. "You wouldn't understand. I need some bottled soul of Christians and powdered blood of homophobe, too."
Megan looked at Athena, looked out to the mall where a crowd of Sarahs was forming near the Macy's, then looked back, an unspoken urgency in her eyes. "They're all behind the counter, but... ummm," she glanced out towards Macy's again, "look, I shouldn't do this, but I'll let you go back and grab the stuff yourself, just watch my shop for like five minutes, okay?"
"Sure thing," Athena grinned.
Megan sprinted off, arms bent at the elbows. "This is only because I trust you, Athena," she called back. "Please don't make me regret that!" But she knew this had nothing to do with trust. She needed a new outfit, and she needed it before the rush of girls got to it first.
