I Can Feel What You’re Feeling Now

What If I'm Not A Superhero. What If I'm The Bad Guy?

Though There Was No Sound, There Was A Change. The Atmosphere, Which Had Gone Tense At My Accusation, Relaxed. I Wondered How I Knew This. I Had A Strange Sensation That I Was Somehow Receiving More Than My Five Senses Were Giving Me - Almost A Feeling That There Was Another Sense, On The Fringes, Not Quite Harnessed. Intuition? That Was Almost The Right Word. As If Any Creature Needed More Than Five Senses.

Edward Was Always Focused, Watching And Also Listening To What Others Couldn't See.

Ian Paused And Leaned Closer To Me So That I Couldn't Seem To See Anything Around His Face, Just Snow And Sapphire And Ink.

Funny How It Kept Hitting Me, Like Each New Thing Was A Surprise. When Was I Going To Stop Being Surprised?