"We call that the Cassandra quandary," she told Issac distantly. She glimpsed whispers of something, flecks of information that had no context and thus were of no help. But there wasn't any time. Catherine snapped herself fully out of her visions and looked between the other two. "I'm assuming it's time to take our leave," she stated without actually questioning it, "Shall we then?"
Catherine reached down for Issac to pull himself up, "Do you think you could pretend you're the wicked witch and send them thoughts of poppies?" She didn't need to know someone was coming - there was no way she could hear them or sense them - but from the reactions of the other two, it was easy enough to deduce.