James sat in the back of the bus, looking out the window. He'd actually been sent here by his adoptive parents due to the unstable nature of his powers. He glanced down at his hand, noticing it start to waver and flicker a bit, so he slid it into his pocket to hide it. He'd have to meditate again tonight to get his focus on his form back under control. After all he could technically be whatever he wanted to, and required a bit of focus to just stay in one form.