No good. The man just grabbed the back of her hoodie. She tried to scream. Same as before: nothing came out. Knit Cap pulled harder on the hoodie, spun her around toward him. That’s when Kate saw the jogger reappear around the corner. Only he wasn’t jogging. You couldn’t even call this running. He was moving way too fast. Kate tried to look away, didn’t want Knit Cap to see her staring, didn’t want him to know they were no longer alone. Knowing there was only one person this could be. Zach hadn’t told Kate about all of his new powers, mainly because he was still figuring them out. One thing he had definitely noticed, though: his senses had suddenly been jacked up. Jacked up a lot. His eyesight, which had always been solid when he was reading an eye chart, was off the charts now, sharper than hi-def. He was sure that was why his jump shot was suddenly better than ever in basketball. But this morning it had been his hearing that had gotten him going. Zach had heard Kate on the stairs, even though she had done an expert job of sneaking down.
