"You look a little anxious, Clark."
Jonathan took off his safety goggles and asked Clark.
"I just think you and Mom should be careful. Safety comes first, right? You can leave this kind of work to me. I'm good at it."
"Clark."
Jonathan turned off the noisy saw and exchanged a glance with his wife.
"The saw cutting wood is just a normal part of farm work, isn't it? Seriously, Clark, what's wrong?"
Seeing Clark frown with a troubled look on his face, Jonathan realized something might be bothering his son.
"I..."
Clark fell silent for a moment, then sat down on a pile of grain in the barn. "I met an old woman at the nursing home. I know this sounds crazy, but... she can see the future."
"What did she tell you?"
His mother, Martha, asked.
"I... I saw something bad happening to you. I'm a little scared."
Clark looked bewildered. "I don't know what these visions of the future mean."
"Clark."
Jonathan lowered the goggles in his hand and said, "You can't let some old woman fool you with half-baked prophecies. She might just be trying to scare you."
"That's not all. I've seen visions of the future in other places, too. Pete also said that Ms. Cassandra's predictions were incredibly accurate."
Clark didn't believe she was just trying to scare him.
"Nobody can predict the future, Clark!"
Martha said calmly.
"But what if she's right? I have to do something. I won't just stand by and watch it happen."
His voice was full of anxiety.
"Nobody can predict the future. Even if she could, she wouldn't be able to control it."
Jonathan put his oversized safety goggles back on and switched on the saw. "Fate is unpredictable and can't be changed, Clark. You don't need to