Sam frowned tightly, brows furrowing, at that revelation. "So, you drew the Tower and Emma said be prepared for bad surprises and..." He cocked his head to look at her.

"Baby." He almost never called her that, because he never wanted to be dismissive, but right now, she looked like she needed protecting. "We're okay. You and me. We're better than okay. We're great. Whatever happens, we'll deal with it. You, me, Molls if we need her."

Okay, so he still worried that she and Molls were going to die because that was what happened when women got involved with him and this wasn't helping. But... "Precognition isn't perfect. Even if what you see is true, it's not always true the way it seems to be. It almost never is."