"Yeah, you're probably right. Anyways, I need Flint's permission to demonstrate one of my powers on him. It only works on humans, you see." He stood around and twiddled his thumbs for a bit. "It won't hurt him. Obviously, it wouldn't matter if it did, but it won't." He cut himself, and it healed. No blood seeped from the wound. Then he repeated. And repeated. And so on and so forth. Passing time was so hard for Zach, he always wanted to do something.