It feels different from my telekinesis, like it’s coming from somewhere else within me. I feel like I’m in some kind of trance as I shoot through clouds, focused only on looking for somewhere to crash that isn’t water. It doesn’t feel like too long before I see land. I picture myself on it, and like magic I’m lowering, until I’m bouncing on a beach, forming a little trench of sand.I’m too exhausted to properly react to the fact that I was just flying through the air. All I can wonder is where I am and hope that no one saw me.No such luck.A female jogger is by my side before I can climb out of the little ditch my body’s made in the sand.“Holy crap, what happ—”I must look terrible, because when she gets a good look at me she stops in the middle of her sentence.“Water,” I croak out, my throat feeling like it’s full of dust.She pulls a bottle from her workout belt and hands it to me. I squeeze the cool liquid into my mouth, hardly stopping to savor it. My eyes are dry and stinging, but the water keeps coming, so I just keep swallowing.“Careful, careful,”
