"Before you do what I think you might do, I feel the obligation to tell you I'm a telepath. Normally people don't think as much as you do and I'd kinda feel guilty if I didn't tell you that before we continued. Also the remark about not being a real hero, that's cold." the voice said within Hope's mind. The world around Hope began to warp now almost as if it was a painting melting away. The colours of the cell swayed back and forth making it pretty difficult to focus on any singular point. 

Once more a sudden strike came at Hope this time with force behind it. Though no person could be seen there was defiantly someone there whom had delivered the roundhouse kick.