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23:30:00
Silent dormitory rooms are lined with bodies--not dead, just sleeping. Throughout the tower it is pitch black and silent. At the base of the tower, countless shining eyes, watching.

23:45:00
The tower hums to life. Lights blink on in one by one; only the dormitory rooms remain dark. A small army of blank-faced humanoids appear and spend the next ten minutes taking various positions around the tower.

23:59:00
An order given. The dormitory room lights blink on.

00:00:00
You are awake.

00:00:30
You can move.

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She really does think it's magic, doesn't she? He can tell she's just humoring him.

"S-sorry," he says, and spoons up some oatmeal to take a bite, to avoid saying anything else stupid or awkward. It's so bland, but he doesn't really notice.

"It's very nice for you to apologize, but there's really no reason. I can turn my powers off though, if they make you uncomfortable!"

"Um-- you, you don't have to," he replies quickly once he swallows. "I didn't mean... it's not like that. I just..."

What is he trying to say. He shakes his head and takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

"I just-- I've never seen anyone fly before."

"You haven't?" Mary's face is just as surprised as Fletcher's was when he saw her flying.

"Have you never seen a superhero either??" She asks, before shoveling another spoon full of nasty oatmeal into her mouth. It's so gross, but she wants to be polite to the staff, so she keeps on eating it.

"A-- superhero? Like in comic books?" He tilts his head. They can't be real, can they? "Um-- n-no... not in real life."

She swallows, and offers a bright smile again. "Right! Like that! I'm Mary Marvel, the girl Marvel. My brother's Captain Marvel. We make sure that kids all over the world are safe and happy!"

"R-really?" It sounded impossible, but he'd just seen her flying. "I'm sorry for not knowing about you... That sounds really incredible."

"Oh! It's alright. You know me now, don't you?" She's all smiles still.

He nods. "Yeah... That's true."

He returns to his oatmeal. Might as well eat it since someone was nice enough to cook it...

Mary returns to eating hers too, and sits in silence for a little bit, before speaking up again.

"I couldn't help but notice you seemed to look a little...sad when I came by. Is everything alright?"

Fletcher wibbles.

"...I don't know. I just... If that note was true," he says. "I don't want it to be."

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