Well... I know at least a little about, um, the future. Enough that it doesn't surprise me?

[ It's not perfect, since she could only ever see the future through windows--at least for the past several years. But watching was at least something. ]

It's... something I can do. There are these things—Tears—and I can open them. It makes a kind of window to another world. Most of the time, I just see where I lived, but a little different, but sometimes I got to see something wonderful. A city under the sea, or just Paris in the future. So I know a little. Or I guess just enough, really.