I mean, I would if I could. But this is right about the time where my glucose levels have plummet far enough to put my brain back on low-power mode.

Riley and I could stick around and try to find some more answers, and maybe even test out if I actually do have secret pyrokinetic powers, but the scent of bubblegum vapor and fried rice only highlights just how truly exhausting and disoriented this whole day has been.

And without enough chakra to even ignite the doctor in a demonstrative fireball, there’s only one thing left to do.