"I...I thank..." He couldn't speak. He could barely move. He grabbed his right hand with his left. The people began to whisper and started nervously mumbling to one another. Homstar was deathly white. His hand was trembling. He desperately tried to control the trembling by clutching his hand so hard that the hand that was sqeezing started to hurt. Frost began to appear at his finger tips. This was noticed by some people in the crowd, and they stood up, some knocking over their chairs as they did so. The talking began to get louder, and louder as Homstar's hand began to get whiter and whiter. Everything else happened so fast that Homstar barely realized it was happenning.
Homstar looked at the horrified faces in the crowd as his hand errupted a cascade of white and glassy silver. He couldn't control it. Bright light shot from the stream coming forth from his hand. It was as if his hand had a mind of it's own. As if by reflex rather than thought, he reached deep within himself and mentally found the source of the ice. "Ah!" He cried as he gained control over it, and restrained the cascade. His hand suddenly and obediantly returned to its normal state and temperature. He looked at the horrified people, and realized with horror of his own that the once peaceful dome had turned into a place of chaos. People were running and screaming all over. The only people that weren't yelling and running were those lying on the floor. "No," he wispered with terror in his voice, as he noticed that they had a sheet of ice over their bodies. "NO!" He screamed and jumped with surprising agility and strength off of the stage steps, and ran over to the bodies lying on the floor. His eyes went wide once again. He fell to his knees. One of the bodies was Kurtis's.