"So, Mics, you're giving it to the most irresponsible person. Where do I put this thing-" She felt a distant tingling feeling going up her hands. She strangely felt the need to dance, god, it was so relaxing. But Vic was a awful dancer. So no dancing. "I mean, if I was walking up and down the street, would the Mist cover it? And what if I dropped my backpack...?"

"I'm voting that Michael will end up tasting toilet water." Vic joked. "I'll make it happen. Believe me."