[u][b]27 St. Gelsey Avenue, Ravenbrook, New York[/b][/u]

Developing a power that helped Frank predict motor reflexes from his opponents turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, his already present knowledge of aikido, karate and kickboxing, finding an opponent's weakspot was all too easy. On the other hand, if he used his power too extensively, his right eye - which had now turned green instead of natural brown - stung with intense pain and momentarily darkened at the moment.

He didn't know what was to come, but he wasn't going to risk permanently losing that eye, or worse. The power he had was, for the time being, still unpredictable and unknown to him.

After hours of moving through rancid sewer tunnels, Frank emerged from a manhole, careful not to climb out into the headlights of an approaching vehicle, and made his way back onto the street. He had to stay hidden before he reached his family home. There was no way he'd be getting Melanie and Spencer into trouble because of this. He was grateful that it was raining, so that the stench could be washed off at least a little bit.

He rapped fiercely on the door - his own belongings having been stolen and confiscated from him.

"Frank?" Melanie opened, aghast at her husband's appearance.

"[color=green]Get Spencer and pick up your things. We can't stay here anymore,[/color]" Frank urged.

"But Frank-"

"[color=green]Do it![/color]" Frank gave her no time to respond. "[color=green]InGenIous are after me.[/color]"

With little choice but to completely leave their old life behind, the Richardsons packed up in the family car thanks to Frank's spare keys in the home, and started driving. Anywhere. Far from the city. They knew that InGenIous would be on their tail if they didn't hurry up.