Noah just rolls his eyes, smirking. "I can really see ghosts, though, but there aren't any in your apartment." He flashes a grin. "I mean, except me."

"No cool future vision," he says, snuggling back into the couch cushions since Freddie's pinned him there with his foot. "Back home I kind of could, because everything was a loop. Which is weird and hard to explain. But everything here is linear."