[b]Thomas O'Reilly[/b]

Thomas was patrolling Haven's airport. He hadn't had to arrest anybody today, or in the last week, for that matter. Firstly, there weren't many crimes where he was told to patrol, and secondly, he got the other police officers to do it. Thomas didn't want to risk freezing someone. He hadn't froze anybody, but he was sure it would happen on day, if on purpose, or by accident. He accidentally froze a glass of water once. That made for a fun drink. Currently, his power had only proved annoying. He was wearing a sweatshirt underneath all of his uniform, in the middle of the desert, and still felt a bit chilly. [i]Stupid freezing power[/i], he thought.

Just when he though his day couldn't get much more mundane, he looked out of the glass door, and saw a man, possibly Hispanic in origin, slap himself. Said man was dressed in a dirty Polo shirt and jeans, whilst some people inside the airport were dressed in suits, and everyone was dressed in clean, smart-casual clothing. Then, the man walked into the airport, and sat down. Thomas walked over to him, gun in had, and asked, "Excuse me, Sir, are you alright?" in his Irish accent.