It does sound crazy. Completely crazy, like some of the holodramas that had been popular in her childhood. But the way he said it, the visible tells of his own struggle with the theory, leave her wondering if perhaps somehow it might be true.

"Tell me about this future." There's something of her old self in the words that were meant to be request and instead came out gentle order. Firm enough that she might be taking this as seriously as he seemed to be. Returning her cup to the table, she shifts in her seat, turning to better face him and curling her legs up onto the chair. He has her full attention.