PREDICTION FOR ARIES It is mid-march. In starology and the ancient occult sciences it is the season of Arie, the Ram. Swiftly approaching is the vernal equinox - the ritualistic time for Spring to be consummated. As the esoteric hour of midnight, March 21, approaches, a group of elegant people is spotted on a drifting yacht, off the coast of Hawaii. Out of the blinding fog, an old man appears on a raft. he is rescued by the crew of beautiful people. Suddenly, the old man lets forth a horrible, chilling scream and points. "There it is - the fire, the fire!" A black volcanic island looms upward from the sea. Sobbing and moaning, the man dives overboard. "Please - we musn't go near that place!" one of the women shrieks hysterically. "I feel it!" But there is no choice. The island is the only land in sight, and the yacht, having a failed motor, is drifting that way, as if propelled from some unseen force...