"Okay..." said Rick, "maybe I get it..."
His voice trailed off and he sat down beside Tracey who was holding a now sleeping Timmy. "But what's happening to us, what's all this about?" His arms raised upwards in a gesture of not knowing.
"And what's going to happen to him?" Tracey asked, looking down at her son, "What's going to happen to all of us?"
Maya sat down beside Tracey and her hand gently caressed Timmy's head.
"All we need is to know what's going to happen. To know our futures."
Those words again, cascading, illuminating
The future is now.