Her first thought was Miss Maladjusted from the bus. But the Magical Girl that bounded beside her and extended a hand looked nothing like the invisible Omaha girl. The sanguine bubble cast a fiery glaze over her but beyond that she wore a saccharine complexion with both gown and hair flowing behind her in an imaginary breeze. She clasped a ruby-studded scepter and wore her Soul Gem as a brooch on her shoulder.

(Chapter 2)