The light changed, and Zeke tore his attention away from his project. He looked around. And there was a person standing behind him. He started, jumping away from the girl. Unfortunately, that reflex sent him through the picture he had painstakingly made. He looked at the gap where his body had broken the image. "Noooo..." He cried, fumbling for his camera. The rock was still OK, and he quickly took a photo before it dissolved completely.

It was the only way he could keep his drawings, and though this one was torn, he still had the rock. "Who are you?" He asked, looking up at the girl, whose hair blew without wind. He picked up his camera again taking a photo of how the blue strands fluttered in the breeze. He couldn't feel a breeze. He held his hand out, close to her skin, and felt the breeze. "You make air," he said. He walked around her, crouched and looked past her to the window. He pouted when the light went straight through without changing.

He sat on the floor and started looking through the pictures. The second one being the broken painting, his face clouded over. He looked up at her, pointed a finger, and accused. "You made me break my picture. Say sorry!"

[@Hammerman]