Gilbert steps forward and snatches the rifle from Ethan. “I can’t let you do that.” He looks from Ethan to Waverly. “I’ve been here before. Last time, I didn’t make this choice, now I have to. I’m already dead. That’s why I'm so cold and bitter.” Another tear falls down his face. “I loved her so much. Now, I can be with her.”

“Who?” Ethan asks.

“No time,” Gilbert answers. He pulls the cylinder from his pocket and tosses it to Ethan. “Use this to your advantage somehow.”

Waverly clutches Ethan and tries not to make eye contact with Gilbert. It’s too painful to watch. But he lowers his head to force it. Through tears, she looks at him. 

“This is what you saw, isn’t it? When you stopped the SUV?”

She swallows and nods.

“I don’t know if you can change what you see,” he says, “but I don’t want you to, regardless.” He looks at the others. “Sorry I’ve been such a jerk to you all,” he says. “It’s not who I really am.” He takes a deep breath. “This is who I really am.”

He steps away from them and runs to the other side of the warehouse, screaming and shooting the gun in the air all the way. The greyskins sense him and converge on him. The rest seems like a white blur. I don’t know if they get out. All I hear is the screams of Gilbert and the groaning of the greyskins.

The white light flashes and I find myself standing in front of Gilbert and Ethan with my mouth hanging open. I can feel wet cheeks as the tears begin to flow down them. I quickly turn away and try to wipe them, but Gilbert is already berating me with questions.

“What in the world did you just see?” he asks. “What would make you start crying? I didn’t even think you liked me that much. What could seriously happen to me in the next few minutes?”

But I know that none of what I just saw will happen in the next few minutes. It seems to be the first time for this, but what I just saw could be tonight, the next day, the next week. I look up at the sky and see a perfectly clear, cold day with the sun shining bright and high. There are no storm clouds. There is no lightening.

I look at Ethan. In the scene before me I had seen myself holding his hand - a blank stare across my face. Was I seeing another vision. How far ahead did I see in this one? Months? Years? Who was that man that was with us?

“Waverly,” Gilbert says softly. “Tell me what you saw.”