"Hi!!"

"Shouldn't you be in bed, young man?" he asks with a half-smile.

"I fell asleep in like the middle of the afternoon and then I woke up and everything was quiet and I waited a while and it was still quiet. Want breakfast? I can make us breakfast. ...my power is making stuff."

"I've been told. Unfortunately I can't leave my post."

"I can make breakfast here. Is this your post?"

"By the elevator, yes. If you can make it here then I suppose there's no harm."

Trays! Full of food!

...he peers at the food.

"I can make something else if you want. We've been living with friends in New York and they have different food there."

"Nah, this is good enough," he says, gingerly taking something. "It's interesting that you remember things. I think most parahumans with physical changes like that don't."

"Don't remember things? ...do you have any of them around, I might be able to help them."

"Don't think so? But yeah, they just kinda show up without any memories."

"Huh." Nibble nibble. "Do you know where I might find any of them?"

He shrugs, and eats some, too. "Not really."

"Can I go out flying? I like flying."

"...I'm not sure you should. It's the middle of the night."

"I could fly up high where no one can bother me? Or I could make an invisibility cloak."

"You can make an invisibility cloak?"

"I don't know. I can make stuff, and an invisibility cloak is stuff. Haven't tried it, but most things I've tried have worked."

"But it's stuff that doesn't exist."

"Yeah, but I tried 'ship that flies really fast and doesn't get noticed' and that worked, and those don't exist either."

"Huh. But couldn't some villain's power detect you even with the cloak?"

"I guess maybe. Are there lots of villains flying around?"

"Yeah. There's curfew because of them."

"Huh. Why are villains villains? What do they want?"