"FREEDOM!!!!" Jeremiah yelled as he ran down the hallway. Finally, after months of recovery, he was allowed out and about. Those months consisted of five things: doing nothing in the infirmary, being assisted in going to class, thinking of ways to improve his power, writing, and thinking about his strange vision. But none of that mattered to him now. Now, he was free to do whatever he wanted, to go wherever he wanted. He sharply turned the corner, and faceplanted as he tried to stop himself from running into the girl he hadn't realized was right there.