for knows_how
It's late. Very late. So late, that's it's early, as the saying goes, but, in spite of the faint bit of grey in the sky, for some reason, Peter just can't sleep.
There are these things that he can do, and he isn't even sure how he does them. Most of them, anyway; he's pretty sure he has that moving stuff trick - telekinesis, he supposes - down. But there are others, and he hasn't the faintest idea what they are, or how he does them, not really.
So he's trying. Thinking of strange things, and pushing his mind in odd ways, while everyone else sleeps.
And so, without much warning, he finds himself standing in the middle of a jungle, in broad daylight.
"What the hell?!"
There are these things that he can do, and he isn't even sure how he does them. Most of them, anyway; he's pretty sure he has that moving stuff trick - telekinesis, he supposes - down. But there are others, and he hasn't the faintest idea what they are, or how he does them, not really.
So he's trying. Thinking of strange things, and pushing his mind in odd ways, while everyone else sleeps.
And so, without much warning, he finds himself standing in the middle of a jungle, in broad daylight.
"What the hell?!"