Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

I have not the foresight to predict everything, Rogue.

She was—of course—perfectly normal—
quiet and polite and
reasonably
intelligent and...normal and
self destructive and lonely
and terrified of every
thing
And she loved
Disaster—

It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you've made, and there's this panic because you don't know yet the scale of disaster you've left yourself open to.

Be a little pessimistic now, and assume it can happen to you. Develop a disaster plan for your home or business now so you can rest a little more easily in the future.

You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.