>>6332719"Well. We had just gotten on the bridge when suddenly the cars behind us started to swerve and crash. Then that van emerged from behind and started to shoot at the bus. I immediately slammed the pedal and tried to lose them. I'm freaking out since they're catching up, and I'm scanning every mirror like it's gonna offer me a new clue. That's when I see you getting up and opening the window. And I'm screaming at you, 'get the hell down! you're gonna get yourself killed!'" She giggles. "I guess you couldn't hear that. Then your hand started to change into that sign. I'm actually shocked that I managed to not crash into anyone in front of me, because my eyes were locked onto your hand. I said your power was cool, but it's gross as hell. Then I guess they started aiming at you instead of at the bus. I couldn't really see it, but I could hear the shots riccocheting off your sign-hand. And here you are, bullet hole free. Then that guy pulled you in. At this point, they managed to catch up, and they had this... this loud chanting." Her eyes flutter a bit from reminiscing the sound. "I could tell I was about to pass out. So I panicked and blew a bubble around the bus before I did. That's about it. Then I wake up and you grab me and we jump to our deaths." She gives you a sideways smile. You can't help but let out an embarassed chuckle. If you hadn't been <span class="mu-s">LUCKY</span>...
"Uh, yeah. Sorry I caused you so much trouble. Superhero is a really uh, glass-half-full way of looking at it." She just looks at you, her smile unmoving.
"I can't really explain it, but ever since I found out I could do this bubble thing... I started to realize things. About the future. It's like I could see that there was danger ahead. But I wasn't scared, y'know? Like it was just a fact. Just a few minutes ago, I was looking down at my bus that I'd driven for a year, sunken in the water. I felt like I <span class="mu-i">should</span> be mad or upset or something, but I'd already gotten over it. Isn't that weird?" You're not really sure what to say.
"That is definitely weird. But... I think I get it? Like, it's almost like nothing matters as long as you're alive?" Ellie's eyes widen.
"Y-Yeah. God, that is terrifying. So is that a psychic thing?"
"I don't know. I guess."
"Man. Imagine having this but not having any morals. You'd just do whatever cruel thing popped into your head." This thought is apparently scary to you both, and you sit there in silence for a second. It quickly becomes too awkward for her to keep up. "I should probably answer for my bus. Can I drop you off somewhere nearby?"
>MS. WIZ. Your intended destination.>STUDIO APARTMENT. Your plans have been derailed enough, time to head back home.>CALL SOMEONE. Maybe you should stay with someone else tonight. (requires Write-In)>WRITE-IN. 