Right, emptying her mind was far easier said than done. The moment she tried to relax she felt her back itching, in just a spot that she knew she couldn't scratch it. She tried not to think about it and instead started to think about a tune stuck in her head and then about whether or not there was any milk in the minifridge in her hotel room. Then there was the question of whether there was any cereal and did she want to keep getting those frosted shredded miniwheats or did she want to branch out and go with the strawberry flavored and oh, she really needed to make a shopping list and pick up some new nailpolish and this month's issue of Rolling Stone and- oh, yes, she was supposed to focus. That itch made a triumphant return and she opened her eyes and shifted and that, she figured, was probably what elicited Danny's advice. Wanda nodded shortly and tried to concentrate on relaxing and was marginally more successful. "You don't...ever feel like there are other things you could be doing when you're doing this?" she asked, curiously, and opened her eyes when she felt a sudden twinge in her neck.