(See the first chapter for what just occurred.)
Grace opened her eyes and looked out over the New York skyline. The ground was a dizzying length away, but she wasn't afraid of much these days. She turned to look at Vince, holding onto his hand tightly so that he wouldn't fall off. His eyes widened as he turned and stared out over the city. His breath turned shallow. "Oh, my God. How did you- when did you- what- how?"
"I was born with it." Grace looked so forlorn that Vince didn't know if she was going to jump or not. His grip on her tightened a little bit. "So what's the problem? Seems pretty sweet to me."
"Then you clearly aren't looking close enough. This is a serious problem, Vince. It's not all fun and games. Not everyone thinks it's as sweet as you do."
"How can they not, Grace? As far as I can tell, you seemed to have it pretty good, other than being stabbed in an alley. And that can happen to anyone in Palm City. So what's so horrible about it? You can go anywhere- why is it so bad that you can get anything you want? I would kill to have that ability. Who wouldn't love to have that power?" Vince looked at her, confused. He didn't understand what could be so horrible about that.
"People who think that God is the only one who can have the power to be 'all places at all times.' Paladins. Religious freaks." Grace stared blankly out at New York City and sighed. "They hate us because we're able to do this. They want us dead- and they don't care who gets in their way of it. They'd kill you just for being seen with me."
"Oh. Scary." Vince replied in a softer voice. "Well, I know about people wanting me dead. But it's for what I know, not for what I can do."
"Yeah, what's the deal with that?"
"It's complicated. There's this guy- Peter Fleming. He's the head of the Palm City police department, but he's also this totally evil murderer called Chess. He's planning to take over Palm City, and he framed me for being Chess. Everyone thinks I'm dead, and my family is suffering, but there's nothing I can do about it." Vince's tone was bitter. His eyes held a cold, contemptuous fury as he stared over the horizon.
Grace was silent for a few moments, but then replied quietly, "No offense, but I win. No one exactly murdered your baby and boyfriend. And what makes it worse is that it was the baby's grandmother- my boyfriend's mom."
"Wow, that's rough." Vince's tone was full of regret. "I'm sorry, but Max is probably writhing with anger right now. He might teleport and kill you himself if we don't go back."
Grace stood and pulled her hand out of Vince's. She shook her hair out and asked, "Want to have a little fun?"
Vince looked skeptical. "What are you doing?" She took his hand and led him towards the edge of the building. "Whoa- what are you going to do to me?"
"Trust me- you'll love it." Grace had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she pushed him off the edge.
Vince screamed as he fell down off the edge. Suddenly, Grace appeared and grabbed him around the waist. She jumped back to the carnival site.
She winked as Max stood and said, "Proof enough for you?"