He was silent for a second as he stared deep into the eyes of the man next to him.

"What is it?"

"I see through you."

"What?"

"I can see right through your head, and behind you is a tree, and through that tree is the sky, and beyond that is the darkness of space."

He was silent for a second, as he blinked; and when he opened his eyes, the stranger next to him at the bus stop walked away, shaking his head, mumbling something under his breath.

He suddenly became I, and as I walked away from the bus, I figured it was better off if I never told anyone of my X-Ray vision again.

I walked to the park. It was crowded. I lay down amongst the humans. You see, I am not a human. I am something else; I am just not sure what. I have human parents, and human features, yet my mind is beyond the average thoughts of other humans. It is actually quite unlike anyone in human history, except for a few exceptions.

I lay their silently, looking up at the clouds. Suddenly I was in the clouds. My thoughts are separate from my body. I can see with my thoughts. I can see the clouds closely, feeling the soft touch of the wetness. The wetness of damp clouds. The soft textures pour through my thoughts and into my eyes. I fly downward, towards the cars. A license plate I see, HRE D16. Texas tags. Where am I? I am no longer in Washington, I am in Texas. Hum, why am I here? I see a woman, standing, looking around confused. She is blind, she has lost her dog. He is lying in the street dead. Stupid humans, stupid cars, dead dog.

She is frowning, calling out his name. "Frodo!!!!"

"Lady." A man next to her says.

"Yea?" She replies with a timid question.

"Your dog is dead." The stranger says blankly.

A tear streaks down her cheeks and I reach into her with my thoughts. I will pull the blindness out. She has suffered long enough. Concentrating my thoughts on her eyes, I enter her and begin the restructuring process. Suddenly she yells out, sending me sprawling out of her head into the street.

"I can see!!!!"

The first thing she sees is her dead dog, and as she runs into the road to pick him up, the last thing she sees is an 18-Wheeler as it smashes into her. I retreat back up into the sky, and then back into my body. Opening my eyes, I see the people all around me, having picnics, throwing Frisbee's, laughing. It all looks so good on the surface, yet the pain they feel is unimaginable. They are lost. We are all lost.

Standing up, I wipe the dirt off my left leg and head back to work, my lunch break is over.

By Jeff Nolan