Aether Price flew through the afternoon sky, her blue eyes tracing a route along the rooftops toward the building targeted in her police scanner’s latest dispatch. Already she could see the halo of emergency vehicles surrounding it, and with a swish of her arms, another gust of air filled her gold cape and propelled her swiftly onward.

She landed beside a flashing squad car, her blonde bobcut swishing in the breeze. The police captain ran over to greet her.

Episode 2

This week have been feeling like forever. After that last episode of that “Reality show” I haven’t been able to concentrate properly on anything. I’ve been thinking and thinking about how it was possible to even blow up like a helium balloon, it shouldn’t be humanly possible.

The crystalline drops I remember with unnatural accuracy. The way they caressed the skin, gently, slowly creating clear trails of liquid mirrors that reflected the surroundings. I envision them still, and immediately fill with passion – with need, the thought alone filling my whole being with the aches of desire. It is my abdomen, however, that begins to feel more determined, pressing outward with immense intensity. It has become so that I can't leave my apartment when it's raining outside. I have to stay indoors in order to keep from losing my head entirely.