Ignorance Leads to the Grave

Cassandra's visions of the future were beyond her control. Sometimes she saw events a few minutes ahead; other times, she saw the end of someone's life. Nor could she repeatedly predict one person's ever-changing future. Clark's hope of having his own future predicted again—to see whether his determination to stop his younger brother from going down the wrong path had worked, whether the future had changed—could not be fulfilled. "I'm tired, children." Listening to the ticking clock, Cassandra smiled with contentment.