I rest my head against the side of the SUV, trying to hold back tears. I don’t like this ability that has surfaced. I don’t like knowing what is supposed to happen. There is no good coming from it if I can’t change anything. Or can I change something but I just don’t know how?

“I just have a headache,” I lie. “I didn’t see anything.”

“Then why are you crying?” he presses.

“I miss Lucas,” I say. I do miss Lucas, but I’m afraid I’m more transparent than a clean window.

“I don’t believe you,” he says.

“Gilbert,” Ethan says. “If she doesn’t want to answer you, then let her be. Come on, we should get into the car before someone or something sees us out here.”

“Can you drive?” I ask Gilbert.

He steps away from me slowly. “Sure,” he says under his breath.

I pull open the back door of the SUV and get in. Ethan hesitates, but he makes his way to the front seat. Before Gilbert gets in, he turns to me. “Hey. You all right?”

“I’ll be fine,” I say. I don’t look at him. I know it sounds dumb, but I don’t want to see his sympathetic blue eyes. I don't want to hold his hand later. I don't want these visions anymore.

Gilbert glances at me in the rearview mirror and shakes his head. I know he won’t leave it alone. I know he won’t forget that I saw something. I just can’t bring myself to tell him what it was.

The vehicle ran out of gas only a few miles away from Crestwood. Several long, silent hours have passed since I saw what will happen to Gilbert in the future. He hasn’t asked me again, and I haven’t told him. But at dusk we are in sight of the walls and our hearts feel light, and whatever happened earlier is old news. Perhaps what I saw wasn’t what I think I saw. Or maybe it is just one of many random possibilities. In my heart, I know this isn’t true, though, but I have to focus on the present instead.

Right now is the defining moment of our lives. If the people of Crestwood allow us to stay, then we might just get to live out the rest of our days in peace. Though, I can’t say that for Gilbert.

The guards at the wall stop us with guns pointed. Gilbert is the one to do the talking. He tells them that we are travelers and we were told that Crestwood was friendly to people who wish to be a part of a community.