[ Revelation, of course. She sighs, though it's more a silent rise and fall of her shoulders. Has prophecy become plural? They can all go back to Hell. ]

...Nothing is definite.

[ She will at least pick up her drink to finish it. It would be rude to leave some in the glass, and it's not enough to worry about. ]

I merely thought it an interesting turn of phrase. It's quite specific. And the other—the number means something.

[ Her fingernail taps the page. ]

Say this game reaches its end and our captor is unsatisfied with the grand finale. He seemingly has the power to take us or send us away on a whim while controlling what memories we keep. Who is to say he has not returned this world, and us, back to the beginning several times? Each time with its own variations, to hope for a different ending. Forty-something times, perhaps.