Hi.

Hey.

Oh, what's the matter?

Well,

You know that psychic I see?

Yeah.

Well, she told me that I'm going to die this week, so I'm kind of bummed about that.

What?

Yeah.

And I know you guys don't know a lot about psychic readings, but that one is pretty much the worst one you can get.

Phoebe, that's crazy.

I can't believe she would say that to you.

Yeah, you don't believe her, do you?

I don't, she, you know, said that I'd have triplets, but she also said one of them would be black.

Just out of curiosity, did she tell you how you're going to go?

No, because she didn't tell me I was going to die till the very end of the session, and I was not going to waste a whole other hour there, I mean, I've only got a week left, you know?

I've really got to start living now.

Hey.

Hey, Phoebe, you're still alive.

How you feeling?

Oh, it's so exhausting waiting for death.

Oh, by the way,

do you think you,

Phoebe, what are you doing?

I was preparing you for my death.

Didn't you think I was dead?

Did that not come off?

No, yeah, scared the hell out of me, I thought we lost you forever.

Phoebe, you want to lie down?

Yeah, thanks.

And listen, can you do me a favor, could you just wake me up in a couple hours, you know, if you can.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Listen to this.

My reading was wrong, I'm not going to die.

Really, how do you know?

Because my psychic is dead.

She must have read the cards wrong.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Eh, better her than me.

Hey, let's make cookies.