[h2]8:00 AM, Paddington Rail Station, United Kingdom[/h2]
The priest, confident that everyone had what they needed, drove off. As he drove, he spoke commandingly.
 "You're going to have to transfer at Paris. From there, you'll go through Germany and end up in Termini. From there, I can't help you."
 
 The priest turned on the radio. He had always relied on the radio for his news, and today was no different.
 [i]"We pray for the lives of the hostages. For those of you who are just joining us, Oxford is in an uproar after heavily-armed terrorists from an unknown organization stormed the Waterbury-Oxford Airport. After sneaking through to the tarmac, they assaulted each of the airport's air control towers and planted bombs across the airport. Current death toll is estimated to be around three dozen, with others in critical condition. All flights to and from Waterbury-Oxford have been rerouted to the nearest space possible, for investigation and refunding. Current reports state that these terrorists have taken several hostages and locked themselves in the southeasternmost hangar. Any attempts to approach them are met with gunfire. We will provide more as it comes up, but for now we can only hope. We will be providing up-to-date coverage all day, so please stay tuned!"[/i]
 
 The priest's tone failed to change, but he gripped the steering wheel much more tightly and began drumming his feet on the floor in impatience. He sighed in frustration, and pulled into the station's parking lot.
 "We're here. You'll have to find your own tickets. I want this to be the last time I ever hear of [i]any of you[/i], unless you're turning yourselves in. Get out."
 
 [h2]Thursday, 2:01 PM, Oberschmidt Geriatric Clinic, New York[/h2]
 The JREF representative looked at the settling cloud of gray matter incredulously. 
 [color=coral]"He can spit gray. What's so special about that?"[/color]
 [color=skyblue]"If you get a sample of it under a microscope, you would see that [i]this[/i] is a cloud of [i]arsenic[/i]!"[/color]
 [color=coral]"I guess we'll just have to see. You said something about [i]two[/i] instances of paranormal activity?"[/color]
 [color=skyblue]"That I did. Fargus, I brought one of Roger's ulnas over. Could you... do something with it?"[/color] Leo handed Fargus a small, thin bone.
Fargus gave the armbone a determined look. "Sure, sure. Hold on a minute..."

Fargus concentrated on the ulna. He imagined it twisting like a wet noodle. He imagined it tying a knot with itself. As he imagined this, the hard material of the bone became pliant and malleable in Leo's hands, and did indeed twist and knot itself. When it was finished tying, it went rigid again. Leo snapped the twisted ulna in half, and showed its osseous innards to the representative.
[color=skyblue]"It's a bone, through and through. And my brother just used his psychic powers to twist it. Pretty neat, huh?"[/color]
The JREF representative's eyes widened, and then she smiled. [color=coral]"I'd say that [i]is[/i] evidence of paranormal activity! Mister Oberschmidt, I'd say you're on your way to being the first legitimate supernatural being the Randi Foundation has ever found! Would you mind coming with us to show the world and, hopefully, figure out a bit more of your powers?"[/color]
"That all depends... are we [i]all[/i] going to get a go?"
The representative smiled. [color=coral]"Of course, Mister Oberschmidt! We'll take Mister Orestein, if he wants to, as well!"[/color]

Leo looked to Herschel imploringly. [color=skyblue]"Well, Herschel? How about it? I'm sure this would be a way to catch some attention from your son!"[/color]