"Wh- What?" Carl shockingly remarked, "A witch?"

Mimi nodded her head. "May I tell you both a story?"

"I'd rather not." Arnold moaned, "I need sleep for tomorrow."

"No need to worry, Arnold. It won't be a long one."

"It better not be."

"Well, I was a kid in my home of Porspoder when I touched a spoon for my soup. The spoon ended up turning into many tiny ice crystals. I thought it was a fluke, until I fought back against a bully and froze them solid. I knew that my power could be horrific for the populace, so I found the nearest boat and stowed away.

"The boat ended up at Port O'Connor, Texas, where I left and roamed for a nearly a fortnight, with no person noticing me until I wandered into this town. I was found by a woman in a black dress and a pair of spectacles. She took care of me for many years. I wouldn't be speaking English without her teaching me to. She even knew of my power and trained me to control it better. She called herself Mary Alvisold, and was the closest thing to a mother I had since Porspoder.

"One day, when I came of age, Mary was missing. She left a note saying that my time had come to make my mark on the world. I instead decided to work at the saloon, where I could use my talent to good use. And that is how I got to this point."

"Wait, so you used magic to find papa's body?"

"Yes. "Divination," that's what Mary called it. I can find anybody with just the possession of an item from the one I am searching for and a few stones."

"Huh, that's neat."

"Oh my god, can we all just get the hell back to sleep already?"

"Yes." Mimi laid back down with her arms splayed out wide, "Bonne nuit, friends."

"Night."

"G'night."

The trio slept soundly, hardly moving until they woke up the next day to go to Bart's Ranch. When they got there, Bart was wearing a holster with a gun.

"The hell is this?" Carl said.

"Glad ya asked," Bart started, "We're not ranchin' up cows today, we have enough for now, I'm teaching you how to be great gunslingers."

"Even me?" Mimi asked.

"Especially you. I treat my kids as if they're both boys, best to get them a headstart in life."

"Wait, you have a daughter?"

"Josephine. I call her "Joe" for short. Anyways, you should all grab a holster."

The trio grabbed their holsters, each with a gun in them, and made their way to a makeshift shooting range made by Bart himself. "As ya know," he started, "I was a lawman before becomin' a ranch owner. I had to learn how to draw my Remington at the right time, and also to stop myself gettin' turned to cheese. Watch and learn." Bart quickly turned around and fanned his gun's hammer, getting a perfect shot on all the targets lined up on the range, "This is how I want you to become for when you hunt down that bastard Alistair."

He taught them all how to use their guns properly. Carl and Mimi were unexpectedly good with their gunwork, but Arnold's was a bit clumsy. "Alright," Bart said, "It's almost time for youse to leave. Anything to say before you go?"

"Merde." Mimi muttered.

"What's up, Mimi?"

"I missed work today. I forget how quickly the days flies by."

"We all do." Carl said as he put his hand on Mimi's shoulder.

"I should be back at the saloon. Au revoir."

"Bye." everyone else uttered.

When Mimi went back to the saloon, her boss was there, Megan Carlton, owner of the saloon, inherited from Ichabod Carlton, her father. "Where the hell were you, Mimi!?" she yelled.

"I'm sorry." Mimi apologised, "I was called up to train to be a gunslinger."

"Pardon? Yer tryin' to be a lawman or some shit?"

"If I told you that I am hunting down a serial killer, would you believe me?"

"I would call bullshit on that. Now get back to the bar, and if you pull this shit again, yer outta here."

"You know what?" Mimi pulled out her revolver. "I have a man who guts people for fun to kill. I'm sure you can find another bartender to replace me. Sleeping here made my back ache anyways."

Megan grunted. "Alright." she replied, "I'll miss ya being behind my bar. You made the whiskey the coolest in Arizona." Megan put her hand on Mimi's shoulder. "I wish ya all the best, even if it is a suicide mission."

"You cooled down quick."

"Papa was a lawman, so I can see when the greater good needs to be done. Goodbye, Mimi."

"Au revoir."

Mimi left the saloon, with Carl, Arnold, and Bart waiting outside. "So," Arnold remarked, "yer outta your job?"

"No." Mimi replied, "I just switched them up." She turned to Bart. "Got anything that Alistair had?"

"A button from his shirt." Bart responded, "My greatest treasure."

Mimi smiled. "That's all I'll need." Mimi was going to Bart's house when he stopped her. "Wait," he said, "Why did you say that you only needed Alistair's button?"

"Let's just say I have a talent for this stuff." Mimi replied.

The group got back to Bart's house and Mimi got Alistair's button. "Perfect!" she proclaimed, "This should get us to him in no time!" Bart was about to speak, but Carl shushed him and told him "You probably wouldn't believe it."

"I seen a lotta shit in my lifetime." Bart replied before turning to Mimi, "Hey! Are ya some kinda witch?" Carl and Arnold both face-palmed as Mimi sighed. "That obvious?" she remarked.

"Yeah. I would know. I married one."

"Just because you argue with your wife does not mean she is a witch."

"She's a telekinetic AND intuitive."

"Ah. You meant literally. Well, I need some stones from you."

"You said you need some stones?" Mary spoke, walking in on the group, "It's nice to see a fellow witch around here, but you don't need some pebbles. Give me that button, then follow me."

Mimi gave Mary Alistair's button, then the group went to Mary and Bart's bedroom, where there was a setup for Divination. "See," Mary began, "I know of Divination too. When Charlie was lost, I used a piece of his hair to find him. If I can find a kid with a hair strand, I can find your serial killer with a button." Mary then took the button, arranged the stones, and then interpreted the formation, writing it down on a piece of paper with her pencil. "Here." Mary said as Mimi took the paper, "Alistair's location."

"Thank you." Mimi said as she read the paper. Carl, Bart, and Arnold also read the paper. It said:

"On the eastern edge of Arizona, in the heartland of the Navajo, near the Window Rock, lies a plateau with a fortress that is known by the inhabitants as Tséhootsooí, "Fort Defiance." There, Alistair Williamson takes up residence."

"Fort Defiance?" Carl said, "That's about 400 miles from here. It'll take a couple of days to get there on horseback."

"Great!" Arnold proclaimed, "We can start tomorrow. Or hell, maybe we could train more if we can get there quickly."

"If Alistair is still active, we have too little time." Bart responded, "We need to get there practically now, but it's too late to start. Go home and rest. I'll come to Carl's house first thing in the morning."

The trio went home to rest, but Mary and Bart continued to speak to each other. "Are ya sure that there won't be any trouble regardin' Mimi, considering that this is a very religious area?" Bart asked. Mary responded with a smile. "Damn straight." she replied, "I know how capable she is. I raised her here."

"...what?"

"You ever wonder why I met you six years ago?"

"Not really. I just found who I thought was the perfect woman."

"I met you because Mimi grew up. I found this child wandering through Tombstone alone and afraid. I felt compelled to adopt her as my daughter, teaching her of all my knowledge, except for my own special talent."

"Talent?"

Mary brought a photograph out of her pocket. It had color on it, different to the sepia-colored photos in the house. "I had this taken when I first joined my coven. Recently killed the antichrist, you see."

"What the hell do you mean?"

Mary went to her wardrobe to move her dresses, revealing a white dress with a black knot at the top, with a golden tiara lying below it. "I travel through time, though I intend to settle here for the rest of my life. My name is not Mary, but Mallory, and I was a Supreme who decided to galvanize the path of another. My son will create the house for which my greatest enemy is born, and my daughter will have a descendant that will be destined for greatness once she overcomes her ego. After changing the timeline, I now intend to set it on the course that it was in before." She put everything back to its place. "Keep this as a secret between the both of us, okay?" She asked.

Bart put his hand through Mallory's hair and smiled. "Anythin' for my beloved wife."

"Aww. You still think of me as that?"

"Yes, and nothin' will change that."