David stood on the roof of a tall building, looking out over the city. He had been lucky to find this place, as it was one of the few places in the city he found that he could focus. A place like New York City is constantly in flux, even in the best of times. David could feel so many different realities here, that it was nearly impossible to sift through them all. It left the whole city feeling unstable to him, as though one reality could give way to another at any moment. For some reason, though, this one building in particular seemed to be a constant in most realities. David had no idea why, but he didn't bother to look into it. This one place in the city was one of the few places he could focus enough to reflect.

He thought back to Grayshire. Not a day had past where he did not regret skipping town in the middle of the night. Of course, staying any longer would have gotten him killed. It didn't make leaving any easier, though. A few times he considered going back to see what was left, but he always decided against it. He had no way of knowing what awaited him there. Better to wait and play things out first. David put on his glasses, and looked out into the streets. Hiding his powers or no, he needed to learn how to filter his vision to not let it effect him. While he still couldn't identify different realities, he could catch glimpses of what could be and what might have been.

David heard voices. Someone was climbing to the roof. Reacting quickly, he pulled out a picture of his new apartment, and focused on it. He felt the world around him melt away, only to be replaced by his room. Exhausted, David threw off his stuff, and flopped on the bed. Resigning himself to dealing with this another day, he turned on the tv, and flipped to the news.