'How is it we can remember what we saw in the future, and yet, when we WERE in the future, we could not remember the bit of the future that was past then, the time of finding the Amulet ?' 'Why, what a silly question!' said the Psammead, 'of course you cannot remember what hasn't happened yet.' 'But the FUTURE hasn't happened yet,' Anthea persisted, 'and we remember that all right.' 'Oh, that isn't what's happened, my good child,' said the Psammead, rather crossly, 'that's prophetic vision.

And you remember dreams, don't you?
So why not visions?
You never do seem to understand the simplest thing.' It went to sand again at once.
Anthea crept down in her nightgown to give one last kiss to old Nurse, and one last look at the beautiful testimonial hanging, by its tapes, its glue now firmly set, in glazed glory on the wall of the kitchen.
'Good-night, bless your loving heart,' said old Nurse, 'if only you don't catch your deather-cold!'.