"When would I have time to go out and have fun? I'm tired because I kept dreaming last night."
Peter was a little surprised by how familiar the driver acted, but he was easygoing and didn't mind. He shook his head as he spoke.
Last night, Peter had dreamed of flying through the sky. It had felt incredibly real, nothing like an ordinary dream.
Peter had always wanted to become a superhero. He wondered if this was some kind of sign. Perhaps he really could fly?
The driver, who was actually Andrew, asked with a smile, "Did you dream you could fly?"
"How did you know?"
Peter was astonished. Andrew said, "Because I'm an ability user too, Peter Perry. I came specifically to find you."
Peter immediately grew more wary. "Who are you, and what do you want with me?"
"Relax. If I really wanted to hurt you, I'd just activate a mechanism and release knockout gas."
Andrew smiled. Before he had even finished speaking, a tube dropped down above Peter's head. Peter was horrified. And you said you didn't want to hurt me?
Peter hurriedly held his breath and tried to open the door to escape. Unfortunately, it was locked. No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't get it open.
Between his excessive force and what seemed to be a faulty door handle, Peter cut his hand, leaving some blood on the handle.
"Hey, don't be so nervous. Something just broke, that's all."
Andrew smiled. When Peter saw that no gas was coming out, he breathed a sigh of relief, then asked with some irritation, "Sir, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Andrew asked, "Do you want to know why you dreamed you were flying?"
That immediately caught Peter's attention. "Why?"
"Because you have an ability."
Andrew