'You did, didn't you?' There's a quiet, bitter laugh on her lips.

The Scotch bottle is next under her scrutiny, only this time she's pouring herself a glass, three fingers deep.

'But remember, you didn't believe me when I told you I was from the future, did you?'

She'd tried to tell him the truth, and he'd called her crazy. Called her a bad mother. But he didn't take her at her word either.