[Mary sighs in turn, looking away and speaking quietly.]

I don't want to do anything stupid... I just don't appreciate being treated like a kid.

[It's strange. One minute she wants to ask about everything, if only to iron out the distinct feeling of being in the dark and five steps behind, and the next minute she doesn't want to know. Something tells her that the more she asks, the less she'll like the answers. But this is her life- the future, even if it can't be her future.

She can't even begin to reconcile how much she wants to know them with the sick feeling in her stomach every time she sees their faces.]

I know better than to talk to demons.