You let Jordan in the front door and she takes off her shoes and coat. The two of you talk quietly as you move to the living room.
"So, it's about something Ward said a while back," she says. "Do you remember when we first found Ward in that warehouse and it seemed like he knew you? He said you were being used—that never sat well with me and I wanted to know what he meant."
It takes your mind a second to switch gears and understand what Jordan's talking about. "You think he was onto something?" you ask. "What does that have to do with your vision?"
"I'll get to that soon," Jordan says. "I had my ghoul, Carlos, watch a few Anarch hotspots and he overheard them talking about how Ward was obsessed with you. They said he claimed you had repressed memories and that got me thinking about how you told me you can't remember a lot of your past. I've been brainstorming techniques to help you unlock whatever history you might be missing and I think I may have figured out just how to do it. Maybe my idea triggered the vision, I don't know, but I saw you lying in bed and I was sitting in a chair next to you, mending your memory. Then it flashed forward and I saw two different versions of the future. In one, you'd had a revelation and survived. In the other, your mind was shrouded by darkness and all was lost."
"Wait," you interject. "Did you say 'survived?' Survived what?"
"There was…an execution." She seems a bit reluctant to go on, but after some hemming and hawing, she continues. "Corliss was presiding over the council as they passed judgment. I watched Qui slice off your head."