Ira's hand responds to Cora's fingers lacing tightly. The moment keeps going. The tunnel expands in front of them but it envelopes the buildings. It is time. The past. The present. The future flickers there. Enough of an outline to make out, if you look close enough.
What Ira sees first is Cora in the present. The way she feels now, the things she sees about her reflected back. She scrapes her thoughts about it from her mind but when she does Cora's future bubbles up too.
And what she sees is very much the same. A round belly, A giant hand splade out against it. WHispers of promises to her and the child.
She tries not to relay it to Cora, she can feel her opposition but the power is too much.