[ After another second, he finally comes in and shuts the door. He does not yet realize that touching is a part of it; his contact with other two were so brief, the visions so sudden, that the only thing he's managed to piece together is a certain proximity. Maybe not even that. If they're all interlinked through the Singularity, should it even matter how near they are to each other? If the effect grows in strength over time, would it simply spread right across the continent itself?

Fuck. He hasn't had time to think about any of this. His gaze lingers on her. She does look fine. That's good, at least. ]

You had the dream, too. The eclipse. [ It's not a question. ] This morning, I had a vision. Not of my future, but of another's past. They saw mine in turn. [ His brows draw together further in thought. He shakes his head at the offered wine. ] I shouldn't stay. But you need to be careful leaving. Tell Nadine the same.

[ He straightens, starts to pull back from the counter. It feels like he's leaving her with more questions than answers, but he truthfully hasn't got more than this to tell her. ]