Chapter Text
[The shot opens on the interior of a warm living room where children glance at spoons and levitate objects. The shot cuts to a kitchen where the Oracle, sitting at a small table, holding a corded phone to her ear, is nodding and taking a sip from a mug and the shot shows the mug is empty.]
ORACLE: Well, times are tough…
[Vague chatter can be heard from the other end of the phone as the Oracle strains in her seat to reach a jug of steaming water on the kitchen counter while keeping her ear pressed to the phone.]
[The shot becomes sepia. The Oracle reaches for the jug of steaming water and it crashes, spilling water all over her.]
[The shot cuts back into colour, showing the Oracle still straining for the jug of steaming water.]
CALLER: Are you there?
ORACLE: Oh, yes. I’m trying to pour myself some more tea.
CALLER: Be careful you don’t spill it!
ORACLE: I won’t!
[The Oracle reaches for the jug of steaming water and it crashes, spilling water all over her. She leaps up and runs her hands under the faucet by the sink.]
[The shot zooms in on the corded telephone dangling over the edge of the table. The Oracle huffs and walks over and snatches the phone]
CALLER: You have to trust your visions!
ORACLE: Oh, no I don’t. I don’t like what I see.
CALLER: You can’t change the future!
ORACLE: Well, it’s awfully frustrating not being able to at least try. Those normal people have it good.