❛ . . . boy, you sure are kinda lost,
aren’t you ? SAY . . . why don’t you show
me your powers a lil’ ? i mean . . . if
you want to be a HERO you must have
somethin’, right ? ❜
"--Well yeah, I guess lost is the word.
I would hardly call it power, everybody
else calls it trouble. Hm--, okay, I
got it. Watch this.
With an awkward stride, he edged a few steps toward a lone tree,
it's trunk broad and roots winding into the grassy earth. Setting pallid
palms on either side of it's trunk, his scrawny arms gave one swift tug
upward before the roots were torn from their snug position in the soil,
and the tree was being raised over his shoulders. And to indicate his
lack of real explanation he gave a brief shrug.