Lucas was laying on his bed when he first heard the gun fire. He sat up quickly and ran to the door
	"Hey!!" he shouted "Someone's in here! Get me out!" But there was no response. He pounded on the door and shouted again but it was dead silent. 
	"Dammit let me out of here!" He raged, so close to salvation and yet this door was the only thing in between him and freedom. A door that normally he could have blown from its hinges. Desperately, he punched the door but that was a mistake. He collapsed to his knees, cradling his injured wrist and swearing loudly.
	"Why won't you open?!" he shouted with both his mind and his vocal chords. A horrendous sound followed and Lucas looked up. The door had moved about six feet forward and was planted firmly in the wall on the opposite side of the corridor. Lucas sat there for about five seconds before it sank in. His powers had returned.
	"Oh damn this feels good!" He hopped up and walked towards the door, peering out into the corridor. He glanced both ways before porting down the hall. "I'm not sure that I could actually be happier right now... well maybe if I had map of this place... or a hunk of steak..." He continued to make his way toward the sounds of gunfire, watching carefully and searching with his mind for any of his guards.