Sometimes the heavens are gracious. They send drops of power to the earth with hopes of it landing in the right place at the right time. Sometimes we're fortunate enough to catch them. On what seemed to be the hottest night in July, Martin, inbred with the miraculous, sat up in bed drenched in perspiration. He tried to lie back down, but his eyes wouldn't close. He knew something was wrong. What started off as a distant faint noise, kept growing louder by the minute. As the sound became clearer, he could hear the desperate cry of people. Seconds later he was transformed, running down the highway at the speed of light. He knew the agents were still in the area tracking him, but he didn't care. People were hurt and he needed to save them.