Scott allowed himself to settle into the crowd as best as he could. Professor Connors had since taken his leave, and the young man let out a sharp breath. Closing his eyes, he tried to tune out the crowd, preparing to focus on the speech to come.
	The mayor's voice was distant- and not just because Scott wasn't in the front. He seemed distracted, emotional. It was understandable. The only one more worried than Mayor Osborne, it seemed was Scott himself. While the gravity of the event was not lost on him, he was more occupied with what invariably had to have happened to said events to transpire. Did someone know who he was?
	It was about then when Norman coughed, snapping Scott back into the moment. He could feel that Marcus was there, as he expected, and his head was abuzz with several other signals. Admittedly, though, Scott wasn't paying much attention to that. Instead, his attention was supremely divided. One of the twinges was close, but in a strange direction. It seemed to pull at him. Slowly, Scott turned his head. His gaze eventually drifted upwards, where his power was pulling him. Though he was unable to [i]see[/i] anyone, all his senses were telling someone was there, floating in the air somehow. Maybe one of them had gained the power to shoot webs and become invisible? It wasn't impossible, with how different, and close, each different reading felt.
[hr][sub][color=000000]There was a void. Devoid of light, and sound, all that was there was warmth. A warmth that told the thought within the void that it was not yet time; life before life.[/color][/sub]
[hr]	Scott idly scratched his left shoulder as the speech was beginning to wind down. He found the offer for lunch quite generous, and considered how he could definitely go for some lunch. At that moment, however, time seemed to slow. The sense of immanent threat that made his stomach sink emanating from behind the stage.
	Scott was already reacting, looking into the sky, before the smoke began to rise. As the shockwave reached them, he felt the ground rumble. Moreover, he felt as though his muscles were being pulled inward, overwhelmed by the sensation each of the other signals- the other people- were getting. One... no, two were already on the move- one was Marcus, he could tell. The other was shorter, and seemed to be a girl.
	Getting an idea, Scott attempted to reach out with his power- to try to contact the fellow spiders, [i]'[color=gray]Don't panic. You're not alone.[/color]'[/i]
	Strangely for Scott, time seemed to slow in that moment. No doubt, it was also doing so for those he had attempted to contact- the other with spider-powers.
[hr]	As those in the crowd began to see the smoke, and invariably panic, some of the police officers began to wave batons in the air, directing them towards the tent where the lunch was being prepared.
	"Everyone! This way! Please enter the shelter in a calm and orderly fashion."