I hunt around the fridge again. Out of milk too. I have to go to the store. I tell Sarah and leave.

- sorry it is small. In the middle of the woods -

His head throbbed, heart pounding. The motions didn't even make him tired.

He stepped outside, waving his hand to close the door. The clouds above were thick, but he narrowed his eyes. They began to swirl together, but not into a tornado. They evaporated, leaving a bright blue sky.

There is so many people in the streets. And there will be more in the store. So I do the unthinkable. I put in both hearing aids. The store is just as crowded as I thought.

I dive through the streets, weaving back and forth. I have my stuff. Mostly noodles. There's so many people. I don't like people. The wind hasn't fully disappeared from earlier. My short hair is in my face. Again.

Kinzeu created another cloud. It helped calm the voices. He was still buzzing with terror at his newest headline on the news. "Supernatural being wipes out library."

He ran a hair through his hair, sighing.

I pace back and forth. My interview for vet tech was a few hours a ago. I am desperately waiting on an email. I know it will be a few days, but I need the job.

He turned of the TV. Too much made him about ready to chuck it out the window. Which he could, cause he a strong boi.

He looked at the time. 5:23 PM.

He nearly choked on his saliva. It was 12 five minutes ago. He probably just stared at the TV for five hours looking at his scarred face and strange smile.

That was another thing. The effects of his power hadn't really done any good. The cut on his lip was worse now, and there were long scars over his cheeks and forehead. He liked to cover them up with hoodies.

I am done pacing. I am only going to wear a hole in the rug. I walk out the cramped apartment and head for the park. I am still not impressed with wind, but I have stopped being reminded of Him every time it brushes against my neck.

He opened the door. Wind tickled his ear-tips, but it always did now.

He raised his hand to the sky, feeling the breeze flow at his fingertips. He felt obligated to fix any crappy weather because of what he'd done to the town.

Soon the sky was cloudy, and it got a few degrees warmer. A little better.

It didn't help much.

Farther down the street he could see his face on a large billboard, and there were probably posters in the town.

He shut the door before someone saw him.