Mako trails after him unconsciously, her thoughts a turbulent, unnerved swirl. She would assume this is all some dream and nothing more, except she could not have pulled this from her own imagination, not something so complicated and different and unreal.

"1999," she breathes, and looks at the ground. "That was before - before everything. I was not even born, I - how do you know?" She looks at Johnny, alert and anxious. "The first kaiju did not make land until 2013. How do you know if it has not happened?"