"Before you leave, would you like to visit my cousin, Darren?" Adara asked as she and Hitler walked down the long hallway back to where they had first seen each other. After their encounter with Raenadella, they were both even more determined to do this right. "I'm sure he could help you a lot with planning."

"How exactly could he help?" Hitler asked. 

"Well, he's a Seer. He can predict the future. He could give you a clear picture of what the world's circumstances will be like forty to fifty years from now, when you make your second attempt at world domination." 

"A Seer?" Hitler rolled his eyes. "I'm sure he would simply lie, or tell me things that are so convoluted I could never understand them. No one can tell the future." 

"He's not like your money-seeking frauds from the world of the living. He has genuine power, and puts it to good use." 

"Alright, then," Hitler shrugged. It couldn't hurt to try this. And, besides, he was in no hurry. 

"Wonderful. Darren!?" Adara yelled up at the ceiling. 

There was a quick poof and an explosion of smoke that made everyone in the vicinity recoil from its awful smell. A short man in a ridiculous blue green suit and an elf hat skipped over to Adara. 

"Darren the Seer has arrived!" He announced quite comically, raising his arms as high as they would go, which was just past Adara's shoulders. "May I be of service to you?" 

"I have a few questions," said Hitler, thinking. According to his prior experience, the first thing he would need in order to gain the trust of his people was a scapegoat. He couldn't use Jews again- that would be too obvious. However, it needed to be a group that was already mistrusted enough that people would accept their inferiority...

"Will people still be racist in the early twenty first century?" He asked. 

"Oh, very much so," Darren snorted. "Racism is one of the few things in this world that isn't going anywhere anytime soon."

Perfect. 

"And would that racism be predominantly directed towards...any races in particular?" Hitler inquired. 

"I can't disclose that information without express written permission from the Chairman of the Afterli-"

"That man could very well be Evil's one and only chance to rule Earth," Adara snapped, cutting him off. "Breaking a couple of minor rules for him is okay." 

"Alright, if you say so," Darren sighed. "Muslim terrorist groups such as ISIS and Al-Qaeda will rise to power in the Middle East. Muslim terrorists will even launch a major attack in America in September 2001. This will cause widespread fear of all Muslims in America. Also, Americans will develop a stereotype for Mexican immigrants, labeling them as criminals." 

"Then, Mexicans and Muslims it is!" Hitler grinned triumphantly. "Do you have anything else that could help me?" 

"People are going to be immensely dissatisfied with American politics. They're going to want change." 

"They want change? They're going to get it," Hitler smirked. "It's time for revenge. It's time to make America great again."

"Make America great again...I like the sound of that, and I'm sure that a lot of Americans will too," Adara nodded. "You could make that your campaign slogan!" 

"Brilliant!" Hitler exclaimed. "That is all I have to ask you, Mr. Darren. Thank you very much." 

"I'm glad I could help," Darren winked, poofing away with another puff of smoke. 

"Shall we proceed to the Vortex?" Adara asked, her eyes glinting with hope.  

"Yes. I am ready."