Things started getting weird the next day.
He wasn't sure, but he felt like he was reacting much more quickly than he usually did, and wasn't tripping over flat surfaces nearly as often. Around lunchtime, Tommie, like his father, was incredibly clumsy by nature, and when the boy tripped, Connor caught both his son, and the box in his hands, easily.
That wasn't normal. Connor played it off, laughing about it, but he was growing more concerned. When Sarah threw her art project down the stairs because Niki had been teasing her about it, he leapt towards it and... well, he didn't catch it in his hands. If it didn't sound so incredibly impossible, he'd say that that was spider web. Sarrah hadn't been looking; she'd stormed off to her bedroom. Connor went over to it and cautiously took a look at the project that was suspended in midair between the bannister and the other wall. IT was actually being held in place by spider web. He was shaking as he pulled the webs off of the project and placed it on the step, and as soon as he'd done that, he ran into the loo, locking the door behind him. He didn't say anything to anyone; he obviously wasn't sure, and he didn't want to ruin their vacation before it'd even really begun. They were going to go apple-picking in a few days. The kids had been really looking forwards to it- and so had he and Abby, actually. Whatever this was, could not get in the way.
Connor plopped himself down on the closed cover of the toilet seat, staring intently at a bottle of shampoo perched on the side of the tub. He tried to call up that same feeling from before, when he'd been trying to catch Sarrah's hard work from crashing to the floor. Connor concentrated, eyes narrowed, on the bottle, hand extended towards it, palm upwards and out. Connor nearly fell off the seat in shock. There was absolutely no way.
He'd just flung spider webs from his hand at the bottle. Shaking and with a mix of emotions, Connor got to his feet and approached the tub, wiping his hand on his pants leg - there was a bit of the web on his palm. He peered into the tub, and blinked in surprise. His... the... web had knocked the bottle off the edge and right into the tub, and now it was stuck fast to the curved side of the white tub, an almost fillagree-esque mass of webbing holding it against the smooth surface. Connor paled, sitting down abruptly on the floor.
A few minutes later he was out and running down the hall and into the guest bedroom, where he kept his collection of comic books, closing that door behind him and darting over to the box. Connor took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and rifled through the comics, searching for a specific one. His hands were decidedly shaky as he pulled the Spider-Man comic book from the box, looking at the cover for a long moment. He opened it, ignoring the panic that was mixing with a geeky kind of excitement.