Will lifted his head out of his hands and examined the area around him. Releasing the flames in the water seemed to have negated damaging any of the surrounding environment. Luckily for him, the water had prevented the flames from actually forming meaning that the expenditure had only given off boiling bubbles of water that quickly disappeared rather than any light that might have attracted someone's attention to his surroundings. He placed his hand on the damp sand beneath and pushed up on it, lifting his now dry body. One of the many side-effects of his ability was that he would never stay wet for long it seemed. The area around Lake Michigan seemed rather quiet as well, however his eyes fell on a Mexican restaurant and he felt a sudden bizarre craving for Mexican food. His feet actually took a few steps forward on their own, before he paused.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and peered into its contents. He replaced the wallet with a sigh. [color=ed1c24][i]'I doubt three dollars would get me much of anything. Besides I have leftover pasta from yesterday back home. When did I start liking Mexican food this much anyway?'[/i][/color] Reluctantly he turned away from the tempting proposition, got in his car and started to drive back towards his dorm. As he left, several police cars zoomed past him with their sirens on heading somewhere by the beach.

As Will arrived at his front door he went through his daily struggle of attempting to open the damn thing. One of his closer encounters had left the doorknob and locking mechanism slightly warped making it a daily annoyance. He doubted his roommates on the other side of the small apartment style dorm room noticed. Finn and Teri were far more interested in one another to pay much attention to Will or their surroundings. Still, they were clean and polite enough so a decent pair of noise canceling headphones did not seem like to large a price to pay. He entered the door to his own room and flopped onto his bed. He felt exhausted, like every day since he had touched that thing. It had vanished when he had woken up, but he could feel it inside of him somehow merged with his own heart. 

His resistance to its urges was taking a toll on him with an increasing cost every day. It may not have been so bad if it was possible to talk to someone about what had happened to him, but how could he put their safety at risk like that? He had to push away his friends fearing that some small annoyance could lead to one of them getting seriously injured. He moved out by the window feeling compelled to look up at the moon hanging so lovely in the sky and sighed.