"That's the problem with self-identity, kiddo," Ursula sighed, the picture of sympathy. "We only know who we are based on the reflections we cast in the lives of others. But if you cast no reflection..." She heaved up off the chair, smile turning predatory, eyes hard. "Or more to the point, when you are the reflection, the whole philosophy just falls apart, doesn't it?"

She paused for a moment, staring down at him. Suddenly she turned away, her voice light and melodious. "Now, then. You want answers, sugar? No problem. Peering into the future is a simple matter of the right know-how, and, boy, do I know how." She turned around to face him again, hands clasped, all friendly smiles.

"Now let's talk about price, shall we?"