“Whatever you did, it was not enough!” he screams, and pushes the pistol hard against Celeste’s head. Celeste cries out in pain. “She will die now!!”
The words almost don’t compute. Not because I’m shocked or stunned, but because I’m suddenly connected to the scene in front of me in a way that I just don’t understand.
I am linked to everything around me by invisible filaments. These relationships tell me information about my surroundings. I now sense probabilities of what will happen.
I follow one strand to the barn, and I can sense that there’s a 46% chance it will collapse on its own the next day. I widen my awareness and realize it’s not just that one number. There are a thousand probabilities connected to that barn, all depending on other factors. If a big enough wind blew, th
