I looked at my hand, at the wall, then back at my hand. For the first time in forever, I thought about using my powers. There was only one problem: I didn't remember how. It used to be so natural; I didn't need to think about it, like riding a bike. But now… I drew in a deep breath before slamming my hand up against the wall. Big surprise- it didn't stick. It was a normal human hand pressed up against a normal wall. Nothing happened.
Slightly disappointed, I pulled my hand back to scan its palm again. Welp! I don't know what else to do. I have no clue how to activate my powers; assuming I still have them, that is. I guess Miles is right- it wouldn't be safe for me to return to his world when I'm like this. Unlike here, his universe is still crawling with supervillains; from what I've seen anyway. Another sigh fell from my lips. This is what's best for everyone involved. I don't need to use my powers in my universe, and this is where I'm safest. I'll just stay here and keep my abilities dormant; I don't know how to activate hem anyway.
I decided not to tell MJ about my second trip to Miles's dimension. It would only freak him out and he's supposed to be on vacation back in his childhood city. That's the justification I gave myself anyway. The next day was a quiet one. It was rainy out and I didn't really feel like staying cloistered up in my room to research. Instead I took a trip to National Museum downtown. It's one of my favourite places in Edinburgh and not just cause it's free, though I'd be lying if I said that wasn't a bonus. I spent the afternoon going from exhibit to exhibit, minding my own business and mulling over everything in my brain.
It seemed best to me that I should avoid Princes Street all together. Now obviously this would be difficult considering it is literally the central street of the city. But going off the evidence, the correlation between my two trips through the multiverse was it being night and my being on Princes Street. Argo, since I can't avoid night-time, if I stay away from the latter then I shouldn't go to a different dimension. Maybe there's a portal which ignites when I come onto the street- it's possible. I know this theory is inherently flawed; I'm in PhD, I can see the problems here. Nonetheless, with no idea on what else to do, I elected to give it a try. Avoiding Princes Street should fix the problem; I had no backup plan if it didn't.
I wanted to have an indoor night tonight. After I finished up at the museum, which was wonderful by the way, I proceeded to stock up on junk food for an evening chalked full of movies. It felt like a Beetlejuice type night. My backpack was overloaded with chips and candy and chocolate by the time I got back home. As was my habit, I tossed everything onto my bed and chucked off my pink Converses. With a groan I sat down onto my mattress beside my bag.
I didn't want to go back. This was right; I didn't want to go back to Miles's dimension…. Did I? No, of course not! It's just plain, old not safe to go anywhere else. And besides, this is the universe where my father and MJ lived. I didn't want to leave; I didn't want to go somewhere different. This was best- me staying here was best…. Right? I laid back down onto my bed where I stared up at the ceiling. Right?