John sighed as uncertainty filled the air, questions being thrown about discussing ideas of their current scenario. He sat now, waiting for the next move, when Muse started leading everyone off. He stood and followed, admittedly glad to get away from that door. He had fallen silent, deciding to focus on whatever 'power' he had. He pictured a small ball in his hand, trying to make it real. What became was a small crumbling ball, almost as if made of hardened sand. He frowned, unsure what it meant to be creating things like he was. He flicked it onto the ground, trying to continue his focus.