I can tell I'm beginning to freak Jackie out a little. When we get out of the elevator, though. I hit a blind spot. Dead Zone! That was the movie I was trying to think of earlier! Based on a novel by Stephen King, about someone who could see people's futures when he touched them, and he takes the hand of a Presidential candidate and sees him starting world war three... Only there's a blue-striped "filter" that he sees it through and between the present and this filter is a massive dead zone that he can't see. I won't spoil it for you if you haven't seen it.<br/><br/>But it was like that with me too... Places where there were no decisions to make, where all the decisions have been made, go blank on me. Places where there are too many decisions do too, sometimes, but only if I get confused. I followed her into her flat. "Nice!" I look around, then out at the view. "That's quite something!" Asked what I wanted to drink, my instant response was "Lager, please? Oh, er, beer. Sorry, I'm in what Stephen King would call a dead zone. I can see the outcomes of what happens here but for some reason I can't see what actually happens. But that's because the important decision is made and little ones like what I'm drinking don't affect anything."<br/><br/>I took the beer, took a long swig and smiled sheepishly. "First thing you need to know is I'm eighteen." Half a dozen possible futures vanished as I said this. That still left a whole multitude pouring out of this moment. I shrugged and sipped the beer again. "Anyway, to answer your questions. Usually two or three cards, unless it's a big hand or an important outcome." I shrugged. "I can't explain how I know, I just know. Like I know that if what you are planning goes wrong, there's a good chance that we both end up in some back alley with bullets in our heads." Saying that out loud did help reduce the chances of that happening, but it was still a very real possibility. "There's also a good chance we both end up in prison, or in some psychiatric facility, or in a lab being poked and prodded. Of course, the last two are more likely for me, and prison for you..." I shrugged again.<br/><br/>"There is another possibility I can see. It has the two of us lying naked on a private beach somewhere hot and sunny!" I blushed, looked at her and looked away. "I quite like the idea of that one, although I'm not exactly sure about the naked part..." I looked back at her, face burning. I could also, now, see the two of us, naked in her bedroom, tonight, see the things she was doing to me. And yes, it was turning me on! I took a deep breath and banished the image. "The reason I'm cautious is because I can see so many possibilities where I either get sent to a nut ward, or I get taken to some government lab, where they either try to prove I'm a fraud, or try and find out how I do it!" I shook my head. “I really do not want that to happen."