[He tries to imagine so many buildings sprawling down the eastern seaboard and crowding out the sky, the city stretching as interminably as the years.]

I reckon the city is plenty big already. I never quite noticed how wide the sky is in Mississippi 'til I came back home.

[He tilts his head then, caught by that odd disclaimer and turning it over in his thoughts.]

What do you mean that's not my future, though, ma'am? Aside from the probability of my living for another two hundred years, that is.