She crosses her arms and mulls it over. "And my vision was the one where everyone's dead," Cordelia mutters. "Is that in the past, too? And-- does that mean we... or other versions of us, anyway... have been in Taxon far longer than we thought?"

Fred's right - the possibilities are almost endless - and her brain hurts from trying to grasp them all.

...though that can be from consuming too much alcohol; it's hard to tell.