_**Astrid**_ Astrid flinched as the man next to her spoke. So lost in the bafflement of her mind, she had forgotten about him only moments after getting in the car. She wondered what was happening to her, her mind. Was... was she loosing it? Maybe she had finally hit the breaking point and her mind had just snapped. It would certainly explain what had happened at the explosion. How else could she reason with the fact that she was still alive? "Astrid," she mumbled under her breath. "My names Astrid. I... I don't know what happened to me..." her voice came out slowly as she struggled to comprehend it herself. Letting out a sigh of frustration she raised her hands to either side of her temples and softly groaned. She had a throbbing headache from the day's activities. She exhaled in relief as he turned down the terrible music and nodded when he mentioned Alexander Hall. She wasn't sure what he had asked about it, but home sounded so good to her, she couldn't wait to be there. Under her hands her head burned hotly, as if she had a 104 fever. Her hands were shaking from the pressure on her temple. Sweat congealed around her hair line on the right side of her face. Trembling Astrid outstretched a hand from her body and saw shimmering of the air heating up around her hand. Stifling a yell of surprise, she quickly rolled down the window and stuck her hand out. It helped momentarily, before the heat surged once more even worse than before. She croaked out to Mike, "Pull over the car. Now." The spit in her mouth and throat had all dried up causing the words to have to tear themselves out of her throat. Before he had a chance to react she stuck her head out the window, and the wind beat across hair that was now slick to her head. She groaned watching the sweat drip down over her eyes and evaporate before it left her face. What the fuck was happening to her.

After catching Astrid’s nod, Mike returned one with a smirk. “Living large.” He commented as he knew Alexander Hall was one of the nicer places to stay. [i]At least she had somewhere nice to go home to.[/i] Mike raised an eyebrow at her sigh and groan. He glanced at Astrid putting her hands to her head. [i]Killer headache too. Man, I don’t miss that at all.[/i] Mike was glad to be high off of the dab Floyd had offered him, but also felt for Astrid . Well this is before the weird stuff started happening. It started with the temperature in the vehicle. Mike gradually felt himself getting warming, but it wasn’t something he was worried about. He figured he probably had the fan on a bit too high. Mike turned the knob to the left to minimize the output. “Huh?” Mike let out as he heard something from Astrid, but couldn’t make sense of it. Then she rolled the window down. [i]Maybe it really is hot…[/i] Mike turned the knob for temperature all the way to the left. He figured he was helping, but then he faintly heard her tell him to pull over. “Uh…” Mike looked to his passenger and quickly pulled into the parking garage that was besides Alexander Hall. Not only did he get the girl out of the sun, but he could stop without significantly holding up traffic. He parked on the second level in the first open spot he saw. “Fuck!” Unfortunately, Mike was too late as he saw Astrid with her head out the window. [i]How long has she been doing that?![/i] He thought as he opened up his door and jogged around the backside of his car to the passenger side. Mike didn’t even bother taking the key out the ignition. He thought she had been throwing up at first, but she was just sweating… a lot. His face crinkled in a tinge of disgust before quickly shaking it off. “Astrid! Hey what’s going on?!” Mike asked in panic. He went to place the back of his hand against her forehead, but jerked back at how hot her skin was. “Shit… I… I gotta call 911.” Mike said as he grabbed his cell phone and dialed. “Are you kidding me?!” He yelled as he looked down at his phone that had no reception in the parking garage. He looked to Astrid again who was still surprisingly conscious.

**_Astrid_** Astrid threw open the door of the car, forgetting to shut it due to the radiating heat coming from her body. Like in an oven, the air began to heat up surrounding her. It shimmered as if reached a critical point. Her face was burning up, red streaks spread throughout her entire body, leaving her more red then her usual pale milky white. Getting out of the car, she tried to stand up, only for her feet to give out from under her. She collapsed to her knees breathing hard, as she had just finished running a marathon. The blanket caught itself on the door as she fell down, though it did not seem to help the heat that absorbed her. All that she could croak out was, "Run." Lifting her eyes she set them on the elevator, with a dead set determination began to crawl forward. She kept telling herself she would make it, she had to make it. One arm forward, pull, through the other arm, pull. Slowly she inched closer, body radiated with pain. By the time she had made it to the metal box there was a bubble of heat surrounding her. Its epicenter seemed to come from her core spreading out enough to encompass her entire body. Rolling into the elevator she quickly clicked the button for her floor and sat against the side of the box. Beneath her feet the plastic floor was melting, bubbling with heat. She watched with half closed eyes as the door closed trapping her with this mysterious power. Reaching the her floor the elevator came to a shuttering stop. As the doors moved open they screeched and creaked with the sound of a broken machine. Flames encased the entire inside of the box,shooting up and crackling loudly, the control panel melted to a point of unusability. From out of the flames a leg stepped, no longer covered by pants. Then another leg, followed by the rest of the body of the young woman, Astrid. Now completely burned though her entire outfit of clothes she stepped in front of the flaming box, back straight with an air of certainty. No longer was she sweating, breathing hard, or skin feverishly hot. In fact she seemed cool to the touch, her hair perfectly in order, skin it's usual pale white. The flames burned around her feet, trying to find a fuel source, but finding none. Flipping her hair confidently she began to stride down the corridor towards her room. As she walked the flames found a source of life and exploded outward, engulfing her body. Without flinching a single inch, Astrid continued walking till she reached her door. Opening it with ease she stepped inside, just in time to miss the sprinklers in the building kick on.

Mike could only stare in shock as Astrid crawled with steam erupting from her body. He had never seen anything like this in his life and was quick to take her plea seriously. He didn't quite run, but instead backed away as he watched her enter the elevator. "What the fuck..." Mike said as he found himself backed up against his own car. So many questions filled his head as he watched the elevator door shut. He honestly didn't know what to do. _I could follow her and possibly get... Wait! The fire... the car... Everything in her thoughts. She told me to run? Floyd and I having weird powers... Damn, I think I need to get transferred..._ Mike shook his head before getting into his car so he could get as far away as he could. _Astrid._ He put the name to memory as he tried to put himself back into the world he thought was normal. Mike could only sit in the parking lot of the radio station and look at his passenger seat. He was sure it was still warm which was proof of what he had saw moments ago. He couldn't help but wonder if Astrid hurt anyone or destroyed anything. Then again, part of him didn't want to know at all. That part of him had him speeding out of the garage with his music blasting. "Okay Mike... Just chill out, do your show, go home, nap... and then everything will start going good." Mike calmed himself before exiting his car. _Floyd's gonna want to hear this... And fuck, I gotta make call to the college newspaper... great._

_Lupe Ellie Bellemonte_ [Zhu - Cocaine Model](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ThUtI7LB17Y) --- Hehahaha... that was one hell of a party last night, wasn't it? Aw. shit, where the hell was she? Lupe raised her upper body by placing her hands on the floor underneath her - she felt carpet. Carpet is nice. That lets her know that she's not in some alleyway getting gangraped by some crackhead. A headache pounding in her head had reminded her of last night. Hangover. Great. Thankfully, she didn't drink _too_ much, since she knows that she has school, and while she may hate it, responsibilities. Right now those responsibilities are figuring out where in heaven's name she is. Alright, it's a little dark. A small room... oh God, she better not have ended up in a SAW movie. The lights beaming through the windows had let in enough for Lupe to see. And she saw that she was in somebody's dorm room. There was a bed right behind her, and somebody in it. Well, Lupe wouldn't find anything out by sitting around looking scared and confused, will she? Lupe jumped up to her feet in a hop, and looked at the person in her bed... Oh! It's Sandy! A friend of Lupe's. That means that she's in the college, probably in Sandy's room. She didn't know how the hell she got here - and honestly, did it matter? She was partying, every day, all day! So it didn't matter where she ended up long as she wasn't in a ditch. "Thanks, Sandy." Lupe quietly thanked her friend for the good times before moving on. First and foremost! Lupe outstretched one leg, and placed it towards the window, she opened the blinds. She could be showing the world that she's naked, or covered in vomit, but the chances of someone seeing her, out of all these rooms, were slim. Lupe quickly looked down, and saw that she was wearing a white hoodie, with a white T-shirt with pronounced blue headphones, and dark-blue jeans. She reeked of dried alcohol, so that meant that she _had_ spilled something on her. But whatever. All she needed to do was head home, take a shower, and get a change of clothes - Crap, her family probably has no idea where she is. But honestly, she was pretty distant from her family ever since the incident.... But there's not much to talk about, really! Happy thoughts. Such as the next party. Seeing that she was presentable, - other than the strong aroma of alcohol, which is - Lupe bid her friend farewell and walked out the door and into the hallway. She didn't know where the hell to head next other than back to her house. Actually, what time is it? Lupe pulled out her iPhone and starred at it for a second... holy fuck what is that? Something had really caught her eye. Hell popping out of a goddamn elevator shaft. Lupe's eyes widened and her heart started racing. Shit, shit, shit. She was about to haul ass, she could feel the heat from over here! But this whole thing took a turn for the weird when some pale-ass white girl came out of the fire like it was nothing. Ashes and burnt clothes fell off of her being, and... she was ass naked now. Okay, maybe it was time for Lupe to turn away from her party-girl lifestyle. Become a nun. Adopt a puppy. Because this shit, this shit right here, is unreal. Someone must have slipped something into her drink last night and... ... The sprinklers made Lupe shout "Fuuuuuuuuck!" as she covered her head and hoped to keep her iPhone from getting wet. Today was going to be the start of something awful, she just knew it.

The first thing Kelsey noticed when she stepped out of her dorm was the inferno which had apparently engulfed the elevator while she was exploring her power; even from here, the heat was noticeable. The next thing that caught her attention was the blonde girl striding confidently down the hallway like she was utterly unconcerned with the raging fire behind her. As Kelsey watched, the flames exploded outwards towards the girl, but her stride remained unbroken as she reached a door, opened it and went in, closing it behind her. Right at that moment, the sprinklers turned on. "*Shit!*" Kelsey yelled, bringing her arms up to her head in a futile attempt to shield herself. Another shout came from further down the hallway; it looked like she wasn't the only one caught off-guard. Kelsey glared at the spot where the girl had entered her room. Sauntering away from a fiery explosion in a building completely unharmed and unsoaked by the sprinklers? *When did I end up in an action movie?* This was the second time a fire had happened today, after all. That had to be some kind of statistical fluke... A thought occurred to her. How much of the fire could she put out this time? Kelsey pushed at every shadow she could sense and they flowed down the hallway, her own among them. They blanketed the fires she could see from where she was and retreated after a few seconds, leaving several isolated fires which were quickly being put out by the sprinklers.

A pair of bright blue eyes abruptly shoot open. Simultaneously a full statement escaped the sophomore’s dry lips as her head rose up from her desk. “…oh my head…” Although her head was throbbing in agony she shook it in an attempt to wake herself up as she found her fellow colleagues staring with eyes wide. She noted one of the freshman’s hand out stretched towards her shoulder. [I]This must be the idiot who decided to interrupt my beauty sleep...idiot.[/I] “Get your goddamn hand away from me…” Nicole slapped the young boy’s arm away as she stood up from her seat. It wasn’t until she had straightened herself out did she realize that she was still wearing the short blue dress she had slipped into for last night’s party. [I]Must've snapped up something juicy.[/I] Her eyes trailed down towards the memory card that was sticking out the side of her laptop. [I]Who's waking up with regrets this morning?[/I] Her head instantly began to throb as she tried to recall the events of last night. [I]Definitely me...what happened to the two drink maximum, Nicole.[/I] As usual if she wasn't arguing with someone she was arguing with herself. However, her train of thought was cut short when she noticed that her colleagues were still staring at her. Nicole arched her eyebrow, [I]What the hell are they staring at? It's not like I've never worn the same thing twice...did I do something last night?[/I] As she tried to get her gaze level with their eye line she realized that most of them appear to be looking at her forehead. "Is there something on my face?" The freshman who's hand she had slapped away minutes early slowly raised his hand back up to her head. His hand shook nervously whilst he extended his index finger towards her forehead. "Umm...you got...a...you got a..." Nicole rolled her eyes. [I]Weak.[/I] She didn't have time nor the patience to wait around for mister stutter to finish his sentences and so she reached up herself to find out what had them all looking like stunned mullets. Her face kind of scrunched together as her fingers brushed along something sticky and hard. [I]What the...[/I] She grabbed hold of the strange object that appeared to be almost glued to her before pulling at it. After a few tugs she finally got it unstuck. As she brought the object down to her gaze she couldn't help but smirk as she stared at the strawberry lollipop lying in her palm. She must've got the munchies last night when she stumbled in here and hit up her secret stash of candy, which would explain the dark brown fingerprints all over her notepad. [I]Chocolate...[/I] Feeling her stomach grumble for a split second Nicole consider about sticking the lollipop back in her mouth and finishing it off but she quickly brushed the idea off realizing how disgusting it actually was. She tossed the candy in the bin before returning her attention back to her coworkers. "Don't you guys have some reporting to do and stories to write?" Although she was asking a question it sounded more like an order. "Actually yes we do there was an explosion in the car park." One of the writers commented. "WHAT?" "There was..." "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALL JUST STANDING AROUND? GRAB YOUR FUCKING CAMERAS, RECORDERS AND NOTEPADS AND GET YOUR ASS TO THE PARKING LOT NOW!" Whilst Nicole roared in outrage and barked orders at her colleagues the lights began to flicker. However, once she stopped talking and sorted of calmed down they stopped. Her colleagues were far too busy running around to notice anything. Although Nicole saw the lights play up she just brushed it off thinking it was just some fluctuation with the power. "Bloody hell I'm surrounded by morons." She rolled her eyes before proceeding towards the mini fridge that was situated in the corner of the room. She opened the door and grabbed out a can of Redbull. [I]Nothing like a little caffeine to kick start your day...well maybe some...[/I] The corners of her lips arched up into a mischief smile as she pulled out a packet of mints from her handbag. She flicked the lid open and emptied the content into her palms. "Three.." She muttered staring at three orange capsule-shape pills which definitely weren't mints. Nicole popped one in her mouth washing it down with the Redbull before putting the remaining two back in the tin. [I]Better hit up that Floyd kid, that way I can check how my fake ID is coming along.[/I] She smirked as she slumped herself back down in her chair. And then her phone rang. Mike was calling her about the latest scoops for the radio show. He had called two editors before her when he had been back in his room, but they didn’t pick up their phones. Mike was just hoping this third editor known as Nicole Bishop would be able to help him. This was basically his last hope. He didn’t mind going into the station dry, but he would hate if something went on and he didn’t cover it. He just paced outside the radio station doors. He’d be on in about fifteen minutes. [i]Pick up.[/i] Nicole scrambled through all the books, photographs and papers scattered across her desk in search of her phone. She could hear it but there seemed to be too much crap on her desk to see it. [I]So much for being organised...[/I] Just as her voicemail was about come on she managed to find it and hastily answered. "Hello?" A sigh of relief escaped Mike as he heard Nicole’s voice on the line. It was time to get to business. A smile spread across his lips before he spoke. “Hey this is Mike Hayes, the radio host guy that called on Monday and Wednesday. I don’t think I spoke to you before, but I wanted to know a little bit of the latest scoops in the past two days for my show. Is that okay?” He asked. [I]This guy.[/I] Nicole remembered hearing her fellow editors mention something about someone repeatedly calling for insight and gossip. "Am I hearing you correctly you are calling to get the LATEST scoop from ME for YOUR show? Hmm...do you hear anything wrong with that sentence because I sure do." She took a sip from her Redbull. "Excuse the language by why the fuck would I hand over OUR hard earned material...which we have spent hours...DAYS gathering...and you want me just to hand it to you on a silver platter. Get the fuck out!...This ain't no hobby mate...if we don't print enough papers I ain't getting any brownie points....brownie points are vital to me...Unlike you if I don't have enough credits at the end of the term I'm getting shipped back home. Are you gonna give me extra credit? NO because you’re not authorized. So unless you got something beneficially and really worthwhile for me, it’s see you later Mr. Hayes." [I]Who the hell does he think I am? I didn't get charged for trespassing just so some amateur can steal my thunder.[/I] Mike winced at Nicole’s answer, but he was prepared for something like this. He always thought of himself as a people person. He took a breath before speaking. “Just hold up a sec Ms. Bishop. I know that’s how you’re seeing it right now, but look at this whole thing in my perspective. I’m thinking about both of us. You see I give credit to everyone I get my information from on the show, which includes your paper. Think of it as a second channel to get your stories out, but more of like a movie trailer to the actual story that will be in the paper.” Mike paused for dramatic effect. “It’s a cycle. You share info with me that I use in my show. More people listen to my show because I speak a little about the recent drama. I tell them where they can find the FULL story in juicy detail, which is your paper. You get people picking up your paper to get the whole story, and I get more people listening to my station in order to find out what’s up in the first place. We both walk away feeling pretty nice… but if you don’t like the whole idea, I guess I could do some snooping of my own and just air everything out before the paper gets released, right?” Mike said with a smirk. He wouldn’t really play dirty like that. He was one guy versus an office of others. He’d never have the time, but she didn’t know that. Besides, why turn down the agreement? Nicole couldn't help but notice that every time she cursed and raised her voice the lights flickered. She frowned as she stared at the ceiling lights that where now flickering rather rapidly. With one ear still on her phone listening to Michael proposition she began to snap her fingers at her colleague Tom who was vigorously typing away on his computer. Realising she wasn't gonna get his attention she gentle placed her hand over the speaker on her phone so that Michael couldn't hear. "OI!" She yelled. His head instantly lifted up. "Yeah..." Nicole spoke into the phone to show Michael she was still listening even though most of her focus was now on the lights. 'What's wrong with the lights?' Nicole mouthed to Tim who looked up to the ceiling. "I don't know." Nicole rolled her eyes before mocking repeating his response "I don't know...fix it!" She shook her head and then returned her full attention back to Michael as he finished off. "Hmm...I guess you make a good point." She lied. He did have a few good points but at the end of the day he would still be the one airing the news first not her which she didn't like. She wanted to be the first, top dog. Gossip Queen. "Let me just grab my notes...um" Nicole shuffled some papers around as she pretended to look for these so called notes. "So...number one there was an explosion in the car park." She decided to start off with that one because unless you knocked yourself out last night like she did you would've heard about this one. "A freshman was arrested for streaking on the baseball field and a teacher was arrested for possession of a large amount of cocaine." She made up the last story to test him and see whether he would actually hold up his end of the bargain. "That's it for today... Do you need anything else from me?” Mike grimaced and shook his head as he took in the info. She basically gave him shit. No names? Nothing more than just “an explosion in the car park”? [i]No wonder no one reads newspapers anymore… well besides old people and crossword puzzle addicts.[/i] Mike would be civil to this woman however. He didn’t need the newspaper, but they could potentially give him some good stuff. Maybe next time someone else would pick up from his phone call first. Or maybe he could get someone from the inside… “Nah, that’s good enough to add a little more spice to my show. Oh and by the way, feel free to tune in. You might learn a thing or two… literally, for your paper.” He chuckled. “Anyway, bye.” He hung up and took a deep breath. “Man… I already need a break.” He said before entering the studio. "Yeah yeah," she muttered to the comment about her tuning into his show. There was no way in hell she was going to sit around and listen to amateur hour. She had more important things to do like clean herself up, and of course following up on some new leads. Nicole smirked. "See you later." She immediately rose to her feet when she hung up her phone. "TOM! Leave the lights for now because I have a far more important job for you...sit." She signalled him to take a seat back in his own chair before placing a pen, some paper and a small radio in front of him. "Tom, your job for the next um...half and hour or so is to write down everything our friend Michael Hayes says about us...actually scratch that, just write down everything and anything he says, okay?" Nicole turned the radio on and switched it to channel 1.02. Tom nodded his head in agreement. "Good...I should be back by the time the show is over but if not, just leave your notes on my desks." And with that Nicole grabbed her belongings and exited the office.

"OH YEAH! What's up SF, this is your bearer of bad news,your deliverer of the good stuff, the voice of the current events in the area, standing tall, looking good, oughta be in Hollywood, your host of Power 102: The Scoop!, Mike Hayes!" Mike said with excitement. His voice boomed through car radios and laptops across campus. _So far so good._ "Alright now I know what everyone's waiting gor me to discuss. The big bang today, and no science majors, I don't mean that thing that started the universe. I'm not talking about what happened between me and one of the vixens on campus either. I'm talking about the car explosion that shook the parking lot outside of a frat house this morning." "I was in the middle of this thing, watching some crazy people try to pry a car door open. I'm all for being a hero, but being my own hero first... comes first if you hey what I mean." Mike chuckled. "My friend was out there, trying to be the Dark Night. And I don't mean Batman. You ever see Floyd Banker? This dude look like a tar monster and a shadow had a baby and had it out in the sun every day! Now going back to the story. The police are trying to rule out a terrorist attack, and I'm with them. What terrorists attack a frat house in the morning and fail? The whole fraternity is inside the house hungover to the point that they can't even move. There's not much being said about the whole thing, but there isn't much to go off of either. Guess god didn't want you driving." "Now for the scoop given to me by the lovely Nicole Bishop. She's a real sweetheart over there at the newspaper office. And if you think I have great stories, she has the juicy details in the paper. Apparently a freshman got a little too drunk last night and decided to go streaking on the campus baseball field. This dude made sure to shut the lights on for all to see. My friend told me that this guy only made it to third base before campus security got to him. No homeruns for the poor guy... Oh and og anyone knows who he is, just hit my Twitter page twitter.com/scoopoholic. The other story is a good one that I don't know too much about, but a professor was caught with some drugs, and it wasn't the green. Find out in the... Damn what's the name of the newspaper? Well, you know where to find it." "Alright I got some good news for all my physics majors out there... You know the lovely Dr. Danielson. You know, the female devil of professors. She was found this morning, in a coma. Like she's out. Gone for the season. That means everyone's passing haha! I really hope she's alright, but a lot of students got lucky with this." _Man what if I was able to talk about my powers. In my perfect world, that would be amazing. Right now, no one would believe it..._ "Now who's going to the Attic tonight? If I was asking this in person, I would expect every single man to say yes. You know why? Kappa Kappa Gamma is about to be there. Not a few, or a dozen, I'm talking about all these beautiful women in one club. And in know some of the gay guys are saying 'why would I say yes?' Well let me put it like this. Those girls are gonna be there, so a lot of guys are gonna be there point blank. A lot of... guys. You get it now don't you? I'll be out there too, letting you in. Just make sure you try to get on the list. Hit me up on Twitter, Facebook, or just text me your name and get in before 9pm for free. If not, you know the deal. 10 for men, and 5 for ladies. Feel free to say what's up, but don't slow the line down..." Mike continued to talk and play some music in between. He could talk forever, but with his headache coming back, he stopped the show after 45 minutes. It was 15 minutes before his end time, but he needed to get out of there before he started blabbing about reading minds. Despite the headache, he felt great and nearly forgot about the whole thing with Astrid. As he drove by Alexander Hall, he noticed a fire engine leaving the scene. There was a police cruiser still parked beside the dorm. Mike sighed wondering how bad things might have gotten, but drove on. Like he thought before, it wasn't his business... but what if it was?

**_Astrid_** Astrid stood for a minute in the doorway. She was still trying to compute what had just happened in her mind, but whatever boost it had given her had released all the built up stress she had accumulated since that morning. No longer was she worried about the explosions, how she survived, or even the fact that she had just walked down the hallway naked. She was so focused its like her mind was in hyper drive. Her higher mind quickly came to the conclusion that these events, these somehow random explosions, weren't random. They were linked. To her. Grinning to herself at the thought she stepped forward into the apartment and headed towards her room. The apartment was set up with a hallway connecting to a lounging room slash kitchen and two single rooms on either side of the hallway. Nicole lived in the room on the right, while Astrid had claimed the left room. Left was right and right was wrong as they said. Sliding into her room quietly she put some new clothes on. Hopefully whatever was wrong with her wouldn't burn them off for a little while. This power? It was a little out of hand, and Astrid was determined to get her hand wrapped around it's throat and show it who was boss. Explosions are not a good thing to wake up to every morning. Striding back down the hall with a pair of ripped up jeans and a black tang top, she immediately stopped at the fridge. She was starving. Like the hadn't eaten in the passed week or two. Yanking it open quickly, glared inside, and began scooping things into her arms. Bread, salami, a banana, yogurt, left over steak, some chicken nuggets. She piled everything on the counter and began scooping it into her mouth. "Dear lord, i'm so fucking hungry." she murmured to herself around the food in her mouth. Picking up her phone she selected a number on her phone and called it up. It rang once then twice and Astrid began to tap her foot with impatience. "Fuck, come on Nicole pick up the goddamn phone."

A quick beep sounded from Mike's car as he pressed the lock button on his car key twice. He was now seated on a bench right by the parking lot of McRae Hall, his dorm. All he was doing was taking a quick breather. So much had happened and he was only halfway through his day. The hangover, the car explosion, the throbbing headache, accepting that he has superpowers, being way too high, having a good time with the girl across the hall, Astrid melting away, and... _"I wish someone would just be happy about me going away to do something for myself."_ The thoughts of a female echoed as she passed by Mike. He looked up at her upset face. _"Tonight's my chance to talk to Kelly Falcon! If not, I'm getting one of the other sorority girls."_ A guys thoughts were heard this time. _"Cute shoes!"_ _"College sucks..."_ _"What's your name sweetheart?"_ _"And here we go!"_ _"Oops!"_ _"Ew!"_ _"What a bitch."_ Mike raised an eyebrow at all the thoughts flying in out of nowhere. He figured all the noise traffic would make him want to hold his head in pain and cry, but it was no different from being at a sporting event. Some thoughts were just louder than others. _Maybe the stronger and closer thoughts are louder._ Mike thought to himself before setting his eyes on a guy walking by. He strolled past Mike with thoughts of what he would do tonight. _Sorry buddy..._ Mike thought before reaching out towards the back of the guy's leg before snatching at it which caused the guy's leg to pull back. Mike's eyes widened as the guy tripped and stumbled across the sidewalk and look back. "What the fuck?" The guy questioned before walking away. Mike chuckled to himself. He had gotten a pretty cool gift. He kept his smile up as he tapped his hand on his lap, making an ant crush under invisible force. He narrowed his eyes. _If only I had fhis when I was deployed in Afghanistan._ Mike finally stood up from the bench and walked over to the dorm entrance. It was time to share with Floyd, but something interesting caught his eye in the parking lot.