"Forty three children were born to mothers who hadn't been pregnant until the moment they gave birth. Every single one of them has powers. So... either you're so unique that you don't have a power, unlike every other one of us..."

He swallowed hard and made the decision on the spot, which wasn't the best way to do it, but it was what he tended to do. He dug into his pocket, pulled out a wallet and slid out a polaroid photo which he held out, face down.

"If you look... you'll know what I saw. I see futures. Possible ones. Pasts, sometimes, other presents, but this is a future. Or was, I don't know. It's you. I've painted you a lot. And what I saw inspired me to get clean and come here."