Overreach rolled slowly around the side of the house. He strained against the long, tangled grass for a few moments before eventually coming to a faded, cracked wooden fence. He fiddled with the handle for a moment, but to no avail. He peered in as best he could through a crack in the fence, but saw nothing. He reached out with one hand and pulled aside a piece of the dull, rotting wood with a moldy [i]crack.[/i] He peered in through the larger hole to see the problem. The tiny door leading into the backyard was locked securely with a rusty padlock. Overreach nodded and sighed softly, considering his options.

He hesitated, then looked over his shoulder for a moment to make sure no one was watching him. Seeing no one, he nodded and cleared his throat. He held the small strut of wood in both hands, muscles clenching as he tightened his grip on the small object. After a moment, he leaned forward and peered into the hole in the fence, closing one eye to get a better look at the padlock. And then, with a pair of soft electric pops, his arms disappeared from his body. An instant later, they reappeared behind the fence, floating steadily in the air. Overreach's hands wrapped around the strut of wood and swiftly jabbed it into the shackle. He adjusted his grip for a moment and quickly jerked the strut of wood up, popping the lock with a soft but ugly crunch of metal. That done, Overreach chuckled and dropped the strut of wood. He chuckled softly to himself, clapped his hands and rubbed them emphatically together. "That was easy," he muttered. And just like that, with a dull electric pop, his arms returned to his body and he easily opened the gate and rolled into the overgrown backyard.

A few moments later, he pushed his way through the grass, onto the porch and into the ruined house. "And I'm back!" he announced cheerfully, rolling swiftly into the house. "I miss anything? How're we doing here?"

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