Cordelia watched him go through the window, and she couldn't help but sigh. There was something about this guy that she still hadn't managed to figure out. It wasn't until he came to a stop in front of the shiny black mastodon of a car that it all clicked into place.

"Oh, shit."

Precognitive dreams? So not better than visions. As non-painful as they were. She dropped the plastic bin on the table with a clatter, before bolting for the other door. She poked her head out and shouted after him.

"Cleveland!"