[Walking up out of the mist is a figure in a white trench coat, with wild white hair and a sword at his hip. He might be mistaken for human, in poor lighting and at a distance - but the slitted pupils and red irises mark him as something else.]

The future? Is that what you call this? [Soma tsk's and shakes his head.] This is little more than a parlor trick. Anyone could break it, with enough willpower. Or alter it, as I have.

[He stops some small distance from where Ulric floats, then... jumps up and floats in front of him. Humans can't do that.]

Given the week we've all just had, I suggest you crawl into a hole and pull it in after you for a while. Someone less charitable than myself might take offense, and decide to swat you.