Dr Douglas reached her car - a sleek, black Mercedes - and fumbled around for her keys, which she had been sure she'd left her pocket. It was if people were leaking from the surrounding buildings, as the crowd grew even more. She began feeling uncomfortable; she didn't like large gatherings, with the exception of her lecture audiences. She glanced around herself, spying a car park in a space a little way away from her own, the engine coughing to life, only to fail a few seconds later, causing a man to slam the door and head off towards the crowd. Poor soul, she thought, knowing she could probably fix the problem with a mere touch. She shook her head, forcing her attention back to her own car.

Her car keys didn't seem to be in her pockets. Nor in her bag. Nor anywhere on her person. Frustrated, she ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted her dark-tinted glasses, debating the pros and cons of simply unlocking and starting the car without her keys - that is, using her mutant abilities. But that would raise questions amongst some of the more observant people at the office - where she was guessing she had left her keys - if they connect the dots and realise. Unwilling to trudge all the way back to her workplace, she slumped against her car door and threw her bag on the hood of her car. 

The mutant rally continued with as much gusto as ever. The red haired man on the stage was now eliciting chants in the crowd; though Dr Douglas couldn't make out the exact words, it was something to do with evolution. The usual, really. She listened only because she couldn't face the alternatives. That's, anyway, what she told herself.

It was beginning to rain now. She extracted a small, black umbrella from her bag and clicked it up, huddling under it, shivering slightly. Typically, she thought bitterly, just typical, folding her arms angrily and letting her face fall into a frown.

It was then, that the stage rose off the ground. 

It stopped when it was approximately a meter off the ground and simply hovered there. Dr Douglas only just realised that it was the red-head doing it - his hands were raised with his open palms directed down at the stage and a huge cheer erupted from the gathering of people as the stage remained in the same airborne position; it looked as though it took a considerable amount of effort on the red-haired leader's part, who's cheeks were reddening rapidly. 

Dr Douglas could not help but watch.