The Prophet Festus Briland has never been wrong. He spends his retirement years in a small town where people just call him Bill. He chose the town because nothing cataclysmic or frightening had ever happened there. Festus Briland takes appointments for lunch where he will give a forecast to the person paying for said lunch. Up until last year, every forecast was mundane and relatively pleasant. Then Eve Fortuna moved to town.
Bill had a late lunch appointment with a teenager. The teenager treated Bill to a cheap cheeseburger and a soft drink. Bill was not impressed but kept that to himself.
Bill gave the teenager a prophecy that worried Bill no end. This is the prophecy.
A friend will change pronouns at the thirteenth hour when the dragon strikes critically and the snake’s eyes are shown. Fear the locked door but worry not for the chance of mimicry. Love will blossom thereafter and a crashed car shall lead you to Eve Fortuna and a change of fortunes.
Eve keeps cropping up, Bill thought. I don’t like it.