by Dan E. Boy
Dan O'Boyle sat on a bench. The bench sat in a park. The park sat in the middle of Melbourne.
He looked at his watch. He nodded softly, as if slowly appreciating the new information that the watch had given him. The plane will be here soon.
He noticed a bird, a pigeon or something similar, scrounging for food on the footpath about fifty metres away. No food was to be found.
Walking toward the pigeon was a fat man eating a sandwich. He didn't seem to be enjoying it... he was eating it because it was there.
Meanwhile, the pigeon starved.
Dan raised a finger, and pointed it towards the man. There was a small orange glow, unnoticable to anyone but Dan. With a small burst, he zapped the fat man's hand. Not enough to harm him, just enough to startle him for a second.
The fat man dropped the sandwich.
The pigeon fed.
The fat man walked away in a huff.
Dan smiled.
He looked at his watch. The plane will be here soon.
He got up from the bench and walked briskly to the nearby public toilet, the only private place Dan could spot in the vicinity. No one saw him go in.
However, a few moments later, several people saw Rhyme Guardian emerge from the toilet's open roof, flying off in a blast of orange energy.
He flew toward the airport at full speed, in anticipation of the incoming flight. Dan set down on the roof of the airport, escaping the notice of most people inside and on the ground.
He looked at his watch again. The plane will be here soon.
He sat silently on the airport roof, watching the planes come and go.