It isn't late at night, but it is late in the year, and the sun went about its business quickly ere it departed.
Jacqueline Somer walks beside a busy road, with her back to oncoming traffic, which she's read you aren't supposed to do but it makes the stupid LED headlights somewhat less unbearable.
She flinches every time a car passes her.
Cars are loud, and she has enhanced hearing.
She'd be much happier, she thinks, in a world without automobiles.
The white featureless truck swerves from the left lane heading straight for Jacqueline.
"HONNNK HOOOOONK!"
She has but a moment to react.
The noise is incredibly jarring, and she nearly trips over her own feet.
The sun set hours ago, her battery is low. Her reflexes aren't exactly what she'd call sharp, if they're still probably better than most unenhanced humans.
What she has time to do is draw on her power and fling it in the coat she's wearing.
Armor, of a sort.
35,000 pounds of truck slam into Owl at 45mph.
Luckily the trailer is empty.
And that makes all of the difference.
Owl in her coat masses less than a seventh of that. She does not stop the truck, though she may help it to brake.
There is a blinding light as her battery is fully spent.
She goes under the truck, though not beneath the wheels.
She is rather more durable than your standard-issue fourteen year old girl.
The nondescript truck driver leans out his window and calls out:
"You.. You alive down there?"
She will not condescend to respond, instead dragging herself out from beneath the vehicle.
"Oh er.. sorry bout that, I don't really know what happened there, I'm glad you're alright."
Jacqueline considers several possible answers to that and dismisses them.
She's just going to ignore him and limp home, if that's alright.
Owl finds herself laying face up in a field of flowers. Her wounds have disappeared; the sun shines down on her as if it were noon.
...That's not normally what happens when someone is hit by a bus, but abnormal things aren't that abnormal.
Maybe she's at the hospital and this is the side effect of a healing power?
She considers shouting "hello!" to see if there's someone that can hear her, but figures she'll probably learn that soon enough without going through the bother.
"You're crushing my flowers."
She says without a hint of accusation, as if she is simply making an observation.
This is the face of someone who does not believe themself to be at fault.
Owl appears, standing on a vast plateau. The sky is dim and red. The star appears to be setting. The air is extremely arid and dry.
Owl can feel the temperature actively dropping.
Infront of her: nothing but rock as far as she can see, which isn't as far as she could on Earth, the horizon is oddly near.
Behind her: Is that... more rock? Yes!
Wait! There are wagons! Owl is unsure of how far, but definitely close enough to recognize them as wagons.
This has, without a doubt, been the oddest... minute, minute and a half? of her life.
She's going to try jumping up and down.
Is the gravity like on Earth?
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