As much as fantastically inhuman abilities can grant a man, Might was still on the whole nearly homeless. In a run down tennement in Manhattan, living off of very small amounts of money done from odd jobs. Even the mightiest of heroes still needs to work, and getting a job without a social security number or any form of identification is difficult. 

Might was employed as a laborer for a Chinese Immigrant family that ran a laundromat. They frequently needed new machines because they lived near a pretty bad part of town, and the man was too old to go out and carry a machine down the road. Especially without getting caught by some of the same unsavory sorts who keep stealing his machines. Might, with his strong back and good work ethic was a perfect employee. 

Since he was able to go out, pick up two semi-functional machines and repair them pretty handily, Might was Mister Jiang's favorite employee. Even over his own son. This fact actually bothered Might, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Jiang that his son was only working slowly because he's hurt. 

After a shift at work, repairing three of the machines and bringing in a new machine to the back, Might was headed home. Min had given him a bowl of rice and dumplings, she always gave him some food when he went home. Might appreciated it since he didn't need to survive off of much. She saved him so much money by giving him something to eat. He'd saved up a pretty nice sum of money and was hoping to upgrade to a nicer apartment soon, though that wasn't really hopeful.

It was a repeated report, after it had already played. This was made clear by the summarization of the events, these news reports were pretty helpful to be totally frank. Some lunatic had been planting bombs of forced evolution or something? Kooks are getting kookier every year, though this wasn't even the kookiest thing he's seen on the news in the past year. Apparently the nearest bomb was in Philly? Might was about an hour or so away from there, if he took a cab! 

The hero looked over at the jar of money, keenly disguised as a jar of honey. A frown in the formative stages on his face. The money that he had saved was, well, not terribly much. It was enough for a down payment on a new apartment but that really wasn't that much considering. And cab fare from Manhattan to Philly would be expensive.

It wasn't like he could walk.

Might's frown grew across his face, his brow furrowed and his cheeks puffed slightly. A weak sigh passed through his nostrils as he stood from his chair, cutting off  the TV and walking over to his jar. He grabbed the jar in both hands and popped the top off. [color=f26522]"I'm Might, not Arthur. Arthur can save his money and solve crimes after they've been commited. Might stops crimes and saves lives." [/color]Might pressed the jar against his forehead and groaned, he was about to do something really stupid. 

After the time-consuming costume change, and a quick shave of his face. Might darted out the door with a couple hundred tucked away in his breast pocket. (Tunics generally don't have pockets, so he had one stitched into the inside of his tunic.) It took him a good sprint to get out to an actual street  where he could flag down a cab, and even then it took him another good minute to actually catch one. The man laughed at him, because he gets commission and he was about to grab a fantastic penny from this man dressed up like a storybook character.

Might shoved the money into his hands and told him to go, and off Might went. A solid three hour drive down from Manhattan to Philly, Might knew that he was taking a couple back roads to run the price up. What other choice did he have, he didn't have a car or anything of the sort.

Might just hoped that he wouldn't be too late upon arrival.