I can't help it, I'm curious. I've never been...made to feel something like that. Unless it counts, the odd glimpse of the future. I loved Jon then over centuries, I love him now, but I'm quite sure only the scenario was forced.

[ She knows what she feels, and she can't think about it, whether or not some other higher echelon of being moved them like chess pieces. In any case, they have things to dig up, and they fall into a good rhythm together.

It seems she hardly has to say anything, mostly point or float a few words, and Michael seems to know. It's exactly the sort of work she likes: partnering with someone to accomplish a task, but in companionable silence, conversation when necessary or when there's something interesting to say.

When they're actually in the process of digging, Claire lets herself get a little excited, whens he spots some of the same flooring patterns from the first chalice's location. ]

I think we're onto something here, Michael, the Council was right, and we're close.