Within a few minutes the conversation was over and done. Otto sighed, he felt like the "vacation" was only to help prepare him for this. The air carried the scent of anger, sadness, and blood lust. Otto not like that last part, war between families could decimate a whole city. "Might as well get out of here." He mumbled to himself. Otto took a deep breath before crouching down, and then jumping into the air. He soared through the cold New York air, he had reached about 165 feet when he started to descend. With that first jump he had covered about 2 miles of road. He then slowed down he decent with his ability and rolled onto a roof only to spring back up into the air again. Otto repeated this about five times until he finally stood in front of the Kingston manor in all its glory. Otto took a deep breath, this would be the first time in 5 years he would see his family members face to face. He stumbled over to the porch and pressed the door bell.