There's a flash in her mind as well, and she can see it so much more clearly. It's not a fire she can see, but it's taken seriously all the same. Alice is in her arms, under her wings. That's right-- she'd forgotten she had wings.

"Yes," she gasps, "Follow that thought. Follow it and look at your watch again."

Like she had done in the back room at the bar. When it suddenly became so real, including the device on her arm that had been there all along.