Brand threw himself down on the couch, leaning back against it as he crossed his arms. "Well, I guess I'm the only one didn't see something. [i]Man[/i], I want coffee." He grouched, thinking about this. "But I don't feel...right. You know?"

Lukas nodded. "Yeah, I feel weird too...[i]tingly[/i], almost." His fingers combed through his golden spikes. "I really don't know how to explain it, and that's not the language thing talking. I just feel laggy?"

"That glowing blast definitely did something to us. Maybe we just need to figure it out? Or maybe we just are imagining it..." Brand thought aloud, standing up. "It's too quiet in here, I'm turning the TV on." He muttered, grabbing the clicker and flipping the television on. It was on the News, the channel his father usually left it on. The story's title was [i]The Bluebird Prevents Another Serious Accident[/i]. It showed clips of Roselake's resident superhero spreading her famous black and blue 14-foot wingspan and swooping out to catch a couple of kids who had fallen off of Roselake's tallest bridge before they hit the icy ocean waters. 

"I feel silly asking this," Lukas muttered, looking from the screen to Z and Brand, "but you don't think we got [i]powers [/i]or something? Like what Bluebird and other superheroes have?"