Thomas was worried. He was always worried. Even his own mind wouldn't let him deter from this fret. But he held fast as he arrived via foot at the office building. He saw a few others walking in. Straightening up his suit, Thomas checked the time. 5:24 pm. Good. He was early at being half an hour early to the meeting. Thomas liked being early. It let him have time to think in situations. But anxiety hit him. What if he was too early? What if the others that were walking in were just scientists going back for something? What if the others that were actually supposed to be here thought of him as weird for showing up early?

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8... He calmed before even reaching 10. Good. Thomas slicked his hair back--only to have it curl back into it's natural shape again-- and walked to the building. Suddenly, he could feel it. Massive amounts of fear. Massive amounts of struggling. He could sense it all the way to the meeting room. The secretary at the front desk showed the most fear. She more than likely didn't have powers and was too afraid of what she did not understand completely. Thomas quickly pulled a lot of fear to himself and away from the woman, watching as a sudden smile adorned her face.

[i]There. That should keep her calm[/i]

Thomas sat through the meeting, keeping careful attention to what he could keep up with, and for some reason, he felt an unnatural satisfaction. He felt like he knew everything he needed to know and suddenly, Thomas wasn't worried. He sat back as he required no questions and listened to those who gave forth theirs.