For once, Ziva could use her ‘gift’ for herself. Throughout her life, her talent had been freely given to those desperate for a glimpse into destiny’s promise - love, loss, life and death - and everything else along the way. Perceptive and young, Ziva revels in the semiotic arts and their ability to bring joy and comfort to those she meets. But with the blessing of enlightenment comes the curse of knowing fate’s rage; all that is toxic, harsh and flawed in the future. To tell or not tell? When face-to-face with imploring eyes, begging to know what’s to come – are they sometimes better off not knowing?