Joshua shifted uncomfortably from his position in an alleyway across the road from the restaurant. He'd seen the attack as it happened, the large insectoid creature, the girl tearing out the man's throat through the glass, he'd heard the screams but he couldn't do anything. This wasn't like his other most recent hostage experience, simply striking someone over the head, this was [i]intense[/i]. This was precisely the reason he avoided Chicago, there were too many metahumans playing hero and too many [i]sub[/i]-metahumans who got off on killing.
He had no idea what to do. Could he teleport in and save people? He'd heard what sounded like gunshots and there were likely too many people to get out quickly. Would they even trust another metahuman? He couldn't attack anyone, at best he had some metal pipes, a baseball bat and a knife stashed in his Pocket. He had experience with guns, but he didn't actually [i]have[/i] any guns stashed away, he'd never needed them! His only real options were to either turn his back and walk away or to become intangible and scope the place out to try to come up with a better plan. He'd be impervious to bullets or physical harm, but he wouldn't be able to help anyone if they needed it.

Opening his Pocket, Joshua let his physical form fall away. It was always a surreal sensation, losing the ability to be physically affected by the world. He couldn't even feel so much as the wind on his face anymore, like his entire body was numb but not at the same time. He still had no idea how he could walk and stand without falling into the ground.
Dropping low, he ran as quietly and discreetly as possible, out of the alleyway and to the restaurant, ducking beneath the front window. He almost passed through the wall as he subconsciously attempted to lean his weight against it, but caught himself at the last moment. His heart was racing and his guts were twisted. He felt sick. This was the [i]last[/i] place he wanted to be, but people were screaming. Women and kids could be inside. Turning slowly, his body tense, Joshua stole a glance through the storefront window.