Natalie wasn't asleep. Her brows were slightly furrowed as she stared at the pink remnants in the bottom of her glass. It had helped her relax a little, but it hadn't really made her feel much better. It wasn't so much the fact that she'd seen them fighting in the future- relationships were full of fights- but that he couldn't control his ability. Who knew what he might see one day? And what if...
Evan walked in at that moment, and she sat up against her head board, snug beneath her covers. "You know, I was just thinking ...What if I hadn't had your hand when we came back?" she asked. "I did, I know, but what if the next time, I... trip or you don't have enough warning to come get me?" She frowned. "Or what if... you saw something really, really fucked up in the future?"