The minute the stranger walked into her tent, she recognized him. The turning point, at last.
His face was creased with weariness, but his eyes held a shining light of hope matching her own. He spoke aloud the words she’d heard so many times in her visions.
“We’re in trouble. The only way we can save the planet is with great minds of compassion and understanding. We’ve seen that your gift of prophecy comes from a deep knowledge of cosmic consequences, a regretful acceptance of human weaknesses, and the willingness to weep. Will you join us?”
“Yes,” she said simply.