[b]Mark[/b]

A big frown was scrawled messily across his brow. His power was back in working order and, with hands clasped beneath his chin, he was staring out of his window at the water trickling down the glass. A wet toothpick was on the desk before him. With a deep breath, he shut his eyes.

[i]So, I've learned something interesting. Theres more to my power than simple perception.. And that when I utilize this new development, it becomes very difficult to keep focus.. And as I had a conversation after using it quite a bit, I must of come across as ADHD. Brilliant.[/i]

Mark's nose crinkled at the thought, then opened his eyes. His vision rested on the toothpick.

[b]Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. I can continue to test my new power though..[/b]

He picked up the small wooden weapon, and opened the window. He began to take in a deep breath, and before his lungs were full, he slowed the world down to a crawl. The rain stopped dead; he would have said it was stationary if he knew any better. With a silent grunt, he broke his arm free of time through a pain that had lost its bite. Then he freed his eyes. He raised the toothpick with a firm grip, and set his sights on a droplet as it crossed a line he had drawn along the top of the glass. The piece of wood chopped it clean in half.

[i]Two.[/i]

It slashed again, and those two droplets split again.

[i]Four.[/i]

The world began to speed up, as his power began to snap him back to real-time. Each individual fraction of the original was now divided again.

[i]Eight.[/i]

The droplets from the droplet were starting to spread out. They were now collectively halfway down the pane.

[i]Sixteen.[/i]

They were thoroughly scattered. As deftly as he moved his wrist, he knew he would not be able to cut all sixteen of the droplets now. He made it to the seventh droplet before they began to fall below the window. Determined that water from the heavens should not claim victory over him, he pushed himself to focus on the cascade before him. They slowed again, and Mark continued. His vision began to lose colour, and he could feel his skull beginning to feel heavy, but with a great effort, he swung his arm again, just as it reached the window sill.

His head fell backwards against his chair. Something close to headrush had taken hold and he was leaning heavily against his armrest, struggling to keep balance. The world faded to black and back, and he shook his head vigorously to try and combat the effects. They were diminished at the very least by taking a breath before hand: the immediate oxygen in his lungs seemed to help give him back his eyesight quicker. He paused. A massive grin grew on his lips.

"..Thirty two. Shut the front door."

He shut the window and reached for his pen, scribbling down that magic number down on a notepad, under 16, 23, 27, 26 and 29. He beamed with a pride unusual to him.

"Hehe.. So if I'm right and the raindrop is falling at [i]roughly[/i] 25kmph, and I was allowed to cut it for [i]roughly[/i] 1m.. I just cut a raindrop 32 times in 0.04 seconds. [i]Roughly[/i]. Haha!"

A weary forehead fell into an open palm. The young man closed his eyes and calmed his mind, as he waited for his power to gain it's composure. Next time he will go for 33.