There was the sound of a sizzling pan ringing out throughout the empty house. The sound however wasn't coming from the kitchen, but just a little bit further in the dining room. Alto was holding a pan while sitting down at the table. As one would possibly guess, he was making breakfast. Why was he using his power for it, do you ask? Well, it saved a lot on his gas bill if he never cooked using gas. He also had finer control on how hot the pan was. This was sort of necessary since Alto wasn't earning a salary. He used the Vice Claw instead of the heater if he was too cold, and one person didn't really use much electricity or water.

"Just about done..." He said, flipping the pancakes onto his plate.

Jerry had asked once whether he felt alone in his house like this. He said he didn't, but he couldn't pin down why he didn't. Maybe it was because he'd resolved himself to be alone. The nature of his power meant having someone next to him was a hazard, and the ones most likely to stand next to him regardless of that were his parents who were already gone. But thanks to all of that, he knew what it felt like to feel isolated which helped him get a sense of what people felt when they lost loved ones.

If by being alone he gained the ability to reach out to others then that was potentially a greater gift than the Vice Claw could ever be. The Vice Claw could only be a tool of destruction, but thanks to what it had done, Alto knew how to heal. There was only one thing he would say though, the quietness never really went away.

He stood up from his seat and put his dishes into the sink. He'd wash them later, it was time to head out.