Things past and things about to happen.
Irene, we saw it all.

How'd we peek into the future, Hugo?

Oh but we didn't peek Irene.
We saw.

We knew?

Yes we did.

How?

He looked towards her now, only to find her staring back already. He stared. 
Started. 

Because we will make it happen.
Aren't you glad Irene?

Glad of?

Well. This night?

I'm glad that I met you.

He smiled.

I am too.
Actually wait I'm having second thoughts about that-

She rolled down the slope. 

Hey!
Where you goin'

Down the hill.

And when they went rolling down that hill, blue and black blurs each, the green Tree watched restlessly.

Things were beginning to change.