Action: Wortle and his father, Lortle, sit at the dinner table with a tasty rabbit dish on each of their plates.
Father, you know how I have this ability to see people's fates?
Hoo, yes son, it's very disconcerting!
I feel I need to tell someone their fate, but I know that trying to change the future never works.
Son, you should ask your mother about philosophical subjects such as this. She was always smarter than me.
Um, Father, you know that mother has been dea-
Have some respect, you callow rapscallion! She's sitting right here! Ask her! Hoooo!!!
Action: Wortle looks uncomfortably across the table at an eerie broomstick and pillow construct, representing his deceased mother.