James groaned as he sat in the dark room, filling out paperwork. Since stopping that robbery, everything seemed to be louder and he had felt constantly drained. The robber and the person working on the till both didn't seem to understand what had happened and although his tactic hadn't been the smartest he had managed to keep the event mostly quiet. He had, at least, managed to use it to convince people to let him just work quietly on paperwork.

Even though there was nobody else in the room, he could hear every noise from outside. From the sounds of it, though, it wasn't just his hearing. Every noise in his vicinity was louder. As somebody rolled a bed down the corridor outside, he winced as the loud rattling reached his ears. He focused and, as he had been practising, tried to focus. Something suddenly seemed to snap and the noise level went down, James' powers deactivating. He let out a sigh of relief and made a mental note to try and figure out what was happening. It had been subtle but he knew it was definitely due to him. James started whistling and focused again, slowly increasing the volume until someone down the corridor shouted something which was barely audible over the noise but sounded angry. James looked back down at his paperwork and continued to write.