It was amazing how small everything looked from above. He flew above city, staring down on it in wonder. It reminded him of watching a colony of ants scurrying about their business. And the feeling? Completely and utterly indescribable. It was a lot like hang-gliding, only so much more. The sensation of the wind, the comfy feeling of warm thermals keeping him aloft thanks to his wings. It was incredible, all of it. Sure, people could fly using machines like airplanes or experience a similar feeling through hang-gliding, para-sailing, and the like. But to actually genuinely fly, on one's own, with no devices or outside help? That was on a completely different level. It ended abruptly, as Carter suddenly felt something missing... his wings! And suddenly he was free-falling to what he was sure would be his death.

With a sudden jerk, Carter jolted awake, still reclined on his chair in his office. He'd dosed off, and was dreaming. It wasn't the first time he had that dream either, he had it several times since the incident, and he often wondered if there was some subconscious fear connected to it. Regardless, he noticed his cell phone sitting on the desk, it's backlight blinking as an indication that he either missed a call or had an unread text. He picked it up and, sure enough, there was a text from Eli.

[i]"Hi Carter, I've been thinking about your offer to mentor me in investigation and decided it wouldn't be a bad idea..If you're still up for it let me know an we can set up a meet..Elliot"[/i]

"Hmm, well, I wasn't expecting that..." he said to himself, at the time she didn't seem all that interested in his line of work. He shrugged, supposing that she simply changed her mind, as women were often notorious for doing. He opened the text menu and wrote a quick response.

[i]Yep, of course I am. Still in the office, but it doesn't like I'm getting any clients today so drop on by if you feel like it."[/i]

He pressed send and set the phone back down. He stood up, deciding to stretch his legs a bit. He walked toward the front window, using his fingers to push apart the blinds slightly and then peered outside. Across the street was a gym, looked like it was for boxers or fighters or something, Carter wasn't too sure. Although, come to think of it, since quitting the force he didn't really plan any way for him to keep in shape, and that at least would be kind of necessary for the type of work he intended to do, "Note to self: look into getting a membership there later." he said to himself in a low voice before turning toward his desk.

The quiet in the office was becoming unbearable, so he reached for the radio on his desk and switched it on. As he was looking for a good station, he found something interesting, "...there are nine hostages total. We'll report more as the situation on Luther Street develops." he left it on that station and kept listening. Hostage situation, but the actual details were unclear. He thought about going, but remembered that he should probably wait for Eli. And besides, it didn't sound like there were any metas involved so surely the police could handle this... right?