And he goes walking through the hallways!

Doors, doors, doors, elevator.

...sure, why not, elevator.

It needs a special keycard to be called.

...he makes one.

He can successfully call the elevator!

Yay! Ground floor?

Ground floor!

The door opens and there is a security officer standing in front of the doors. "Hello."

"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."