Emery stepped up onto the train car and settled back against the wall. With the car as crowded as it was, there were no seats. He was content to stand. The seats could be saved for older people or those with small children. When the train started away from the station, he drew a book out of his satchel and began to read.

Suddenly there was a lancing pain between his eyes and he felt his muscles tense. He couldn’t move, even to cry out. The only things he seemed to be able to move were his eyes. These darted around the train car as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“Relax,” a soft voice said in his ear. “I won’t hurt you; if you cooperate. You and I are going on a little trip. We’re going to learn just what your gifts are capable of. I’m going to release you now, but you won’t fight me. You won’t be able to.”

As the train pulled into the next station, Emery slumped helplessly into the man’s arms. His eyes slid shut as the man lifted him and carried him off the train. Then an inky silence enveloped him.