Virgil's second day at school went about the same as the first day for most of the morning in any case. He skipped the bus stop completely, and simply flew to School, landing out of sight and making his way through the morning congestion. Still, he found he had little to complain about, as most people still skirted him in the halls, including Francis and his group. He wasn't sure how many of them still had "powers", but he also figured it might not be a good idea to stomp up to them and ask them in the middle of school.

He had to go to the councilor's again today, and he was not looking forward to it. Fortunately, he didn't have to go back to the Metahuman Containment Facility again until the next day, and while he'd have to go on Saturday, his Friday night was basically free. He'd always hated Thursdays, and this was no exception. He was looking forward to some downtime to help Richie work out some sort of theory or experiment that might get him home...really home. He found himself longing for the life he had so suddenly left behind. He missed his friends, his family, and surprisingly, his enemies. They'd been constants...something he could depend on. Yeah, he always hoped that they'd change their ways and be better, but even if they didn't...everything else around them had been normal. This reality had him so wound up, that he'd barely gotten any sleep the night before, and the strictness of his situation had begun to rub on his patience.

"Guess even super hero's can handle only so much change," he muttered to himself as the hallways cleared in front of him, and people crowded to the walls, almost as if he had a giant bubble around him that forced everyone out of his way. "Well," he sighed as he turned the corner into a less crowded hall, and looked back at the stares he could feel boring into his back from the students he had just passed, "at least I don't have to worry about pushing through the crowd anymore." He shook his head, and went to step forward again, almost tripping over the body that had suddenly materialized in his path. "Woah!" he said, somersaulting over the form, as his honed reflexes kicked in. He landed on his feet, and looked back at the figure, dressed in a heavy overcoat, a large hat and sunglasses. She lay on the floor, her hands still in her pockets, obviously unconscious.

"Are you okay?" he asked, dropping his bag and kneeling by her. He reached to take off her hat and get some more light and air to her, when he noticed her unkempt red hair had begun to smoke. "Not good," he whispered to himself, backing away. Was she a metahuman?

"Help me..." he stopped in his tracks when he heard her weak voice. He knew that voice...could it be? Almost not daring to hope, he raced back to her side, and scooped her into his arms, careful not to dislodge the hat from covering most of her head, and raced to his next class.

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"Mr. Dreldan!" Virgil burst through the door to find half the seats filled, and the teacher at the front of the class. The balding man writing at the white-board turned immediately at the sound of his name being called.

"Mr. Hawkins?" he asked, confusion and fear mixed in the look he shot at Virgil and his unconscious burden.

"I just found this girl in the hall! I know her! She's a Metahuman who's allergic to light! It'll kill her if I don't get her to the Hospital!" Mr. Dreldan brushed his salt and pepper mustache, regarding them for only a second before nodding.

"Very well, I shall inform the office that you are not skipping classes, and I shall personally contact your teachers, although we will need proof of your activities." He wrote a quick note on his desk after gesturing for Virgil to leave, but Virgil didn't get a chance to see what was written. Using an electromagnetic field, he levitated his disk to hover in front of him. It opened immediately, and he hopped on it, flying over the student's heads as they stared at him in awe. The window opened in front of him as he ducked out and into the sky, heading towards the hospital. So much for not having to visit the Metahuman containment wing today.

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