Meanwhile, across town, Hito Yon and Al were waiting outside of the apartment they had been told was Hitomi’s. Hito sat against the wall, bored and drumming his fingers against the outside of his briefcase. Al stood slightly away from the wall, studiously avoiding touching anything.
You would, too, if you’d been raised like I was. She thought at me. Do you have any idea how much dirt there is on this planet?
As a matter of fact, I did – a lot. It was a planet, after all, so that was to be expected. So much so, in fact, that she shouldn’t expect much success in avoiding it.
Actually, Al thought, I’m not that concerned. I’ve been maintaining a micrometer thick telekinetic barrier around myself and regulating what passes through it ever since I landed. I just don’t like having to tolerate being close to all this filth – I certainly am not going to let any get on me!
I hesitated, uncertain if expressing my next thought would be a good idea. But since I was already thinking it, I couldn’t help but wonder: did that kind of control mean she could psychically manipulate matter all the way down to the molecular level?
Of course, Al thought. Why?
But there wasn’t really a reason… except that humans can be fearful and paranoid, and I thought it might be in her best interests not to mention that she was constantly protected by a telekinetic force field and could – if she felt like it – detonate the world’s nuclear arsenal with a few well-placed thoughts.
Oh, Al thought. I understand. Thank you. Then she frowned. Additionally, as a ‘paranoid, fearful human’ I am instructing you to inform me if anyone else should seek to employ that arsenal, by means telekinetic or otherwise, so that I can intercede if necessary.
And then, before I could respond to Al recruiting me as a nuclear watchdog, the event that I’d switched scenes to observe occurred: Hitomi came up the stairs at the end of the hall and found two strangers loitering outside her apartment.