The Synodiporia Psychic Network

Son 'f a bitch... Looks like I got one more a' these visions t'add t'the pile.

[damnit he thought he'd gotten out of Harrogate without any of that mess hanging on.]

Saw a forest full a' ponds all glitterin' like different colour jewels an' givin' off mist. An' they just started... boilin' up. 'til there weren't nothin' left but clouds a' dust in the air, left 'em bone dry.

Didn't feel like there was anythin' could be done t'stop it... [And that had been the worst part, honestly.]