Vince floated between reality and a void of pure energy that connected directly to Mira’s soul. It was quiet, soft and shimmered with soft hues of colors. His jeans and t-shirt reflected the calmer yet confused state she was in. He heard a rumble of a car, he turned to find a mini wagon inches from him. Vincent threw up his arms to protect his head, the mother fighting with her teenage son and the little girl dressed in a soccer outfit and pigtails brushed passed him. He staggered when the van finished driving through him. Through him?!

His hands drifted over his chest and stomach turning in circles trying to make sense of just had happened. He backed toward Mira’s house passing through a sapling and he cried out jumping away from the tree. “What is happening?” He had a solid hold on the ground under his feet, he didn't pass through that. Everything else was fair game to his strange new ability. 

He called to a woman walking a little dog, she either couldn’t see him or was choosing to ignore the frantic teenager. Her dog, however, barked rapidly at him like a little machine gun. "I hate dogs."
 
Smoke billowed from the house as Mira peeled out of the driveway in her mother’s car. “Where are you...?” Once the car reached an apex distance he was yanked after the car. He kept phasing through objects and people in his path, he kept screaming and covering his face every time for the first few blocks. He started running and laughed feeling like the Terminator in that movie. He jumped, his sneakers hit the back of the car and he slipped into the trunk. Growling, he clawed through the back seat and stabilized himself to sit behind his girlfriend.
 
Vince tried to talk to Mira, in her determined and panicked state she would not hear him. Perplexed, Vince leaned back on the seat and drifted to sleep. His body shimmered and vanished from sight. 

Vincent opened his pale eyes blinking rapidly at the strange place he found himself, the color of his clothes were two tones of reds reflecting her fear. His pale eyes landed upon Mira, in her terrified state the room was being torn apart. He didn’t see anything that terrorized her, he vaulted onto the floating mattress with inhuman agility and crawled toward her. Things passed through him that was orbiting the top of the mattress. Slowly he put his hands on her back, praying he wouldn’t pass through her. They rested upon her warm back, the physical touch brought knowledge of her rapid heartbeat and mind reeling from haunting memories. “I am here,” he said, settling beside her. He stroked her long hair and caressed her back. “Mira,” he kissed her tear stained cheek and planted another on her neck. 

She seemed unwilling to snap out of her state. He thought for a moment, his hand never stopping the movement. They had gone out for ice cream on more than one occasion when one or both had a really hard day. “I am in the mood for some mint chocolate ice cream,” he whispered in her ear. It was his favorite, though after eating it he would get stomach cramps from the dairy. He endured it. He would endure anything to spend time with her.