"Some kind of epic catastrophe," says Mary. "Now I just have to figure out when, and how to make it go away."

She pauses a beat longer, then flips all the way to December.

"Here's when the danger starts," she says. "But there's a chance you'll imprint before then... and if you do, it'll be on someone who's actually good for you. As opposed to this person who is a complete disaster and will get you killed eventually. So start listing places you might go this year."

Libby comes back with that glass of water, and Mary drinks half of it. She's looking much better by the time she puts it down.