Stevenson stopped in front of the building, his pockets deep in his gray hoodie. Nancy stood next to him, surveying her surroundings. The cold wind blew past them, causing Nancy to pull at her cardigan and cover her chest. She glanced at Stevenson. A tall black young man with short locks, wearing a gray Kakashi hoodie, sweats, and Nike slides with socks. She was in a dark brown cardigan, a white shirt, jeans, and white sneakers.

“I don’t see anything,” Nancy said, still observing around her.

“Look up.”

When she did, a small blue and white striped house dangled from the tall gray building. It rocked it a bit, causing Nancy to take several steps back.

“It’s not gonna fall,” Stevenson said.

“How do you know?”

He shrugged. He didn’t know but he was sure the house wouldn’t fall unless prompted by strong winds. He watched the windows closely to see if anyone was inside.

“How did this happen?”

“Three weeks ago there was a deadly tsurricane-“

“A what?”

Stevenson turned to her. “A tsurricane. A tsunami hurricane. Keep up!”

“That doesn’t exist,” Nancy retorted with squinted eyes.

“It does now. That’s how the house got up here. Now we need you to take it down.”

“Why me?”

“Because I said so.”

Nancy crossed her arms in front of her. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

Stevenson stared then sighed. “Well then I guess you’ll be kicked off the program.”

“What?”

“I mean. It’s unfortunate that you practiced your telekineses on innocent people’s home. Now it’s stuck and who knows how many will die once it falls down.”

Nancy swallowed, her eyes watering. “I didn’t do this.”

“I know you didn’t. But I’m your supervisor. My word against yours.”

“Why can you do anything. You can control the weather! I’m sure you can conjure up some wind.”

Stevenson nodded, avoiding her gaze. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Why not? Why does it have to be me? You know I’m barely mastering my powers.”

“Maybe if you get this done, I’ll convince them not to kick you yet. But until you try…” Stevenson raised his elbows and Nancy shook her head.

“I don’t feel comfortable lifting something so heavy. Please can I have not her mission.”

“No!” Stevenson snapped. “This is what I’m assigning to just do as I say!”

“I said no!”

They both glared at each other. The air around them turned rigid, none of them flinching when the cold wind returned. Seconds passed before Stevenson tore his gaze away, groaning.

“Look. I can’t move the house. I tried. I’ll make this worse.”

“Why don’t you go get the asshole who did this in the first place.”

Stevenson looked back at the house, letting the seconds pass by. The trees danced with the wind and the house rocked again.

“Because I’m the asshole who fucked up. And you’re going to help me fix this.”

When Nancy didn’t say anything, he added. “Please.”

“Why should I?”

“I’ll owe you one. A supervisor owing a lab rat. That’s a big deal.”

“Considering you kidnapped us for the stupid program!”

“It’s either that or foster care. Suck it up. You got it good here,” Stevenson said with rolled eyes. “You gonna help me or not?”

Nancy sighed then nodded. “How could you let this happen?”

“What can I say,” Stevenson pulled at the collar of his hoodie. “I’m a goat.”

Nancy rolled her eyes then positioned her hand in front of her face and towards the house. She pulled at the force, causing the house to tip to the edge.

“Careful. It’s gonna fall,” Stevenson warned.

“It’s a freaking house! It’s falling either way.”

“You’re supposed to save it not fuck it up!”

Nancy groaned. “I can’t carry a house bro! What do you think this is?”

Stevenson thought as the house dangerously rocked to its doom. “You think if I blew some wind it would help?”

“I don’t know! You’re the supervisor.”

“Fine,” Stevenson said. “Imma try it. Hold on.”

Steven raised his palms and conjured winds. The house pushed forward and slid off the building. Panicked Nancy pushed her hands forward, propelling the house back up. Stevenson’s winds slowed the fall and fluttered the house upwards.

“We have to do this together!” He said. Nancy nodded. Their powers clashed, the winds blowing the house towards the ground while Nancy lifted it to the best of her abilities. The house crashed on the ground, the bottom cracked and the roof rattling. Screaming was heard inside and Stevenson’s eyes widened.

“Shit! There’s someone in there!”

They ran to the house. Stevenson kicked the front door, revealing a young girl and a young boy. His heart dropped when he saw them.

“We’re safe now,” the girl told the boy. He held on to her skirt, smearing fresh tears and snot on the purple material.

“You almost killed kids. I hope you know I’ll use this against you.”

Stevenson swallowed then scanned their bodies for injuries while Nancy kneeled in front of them, assuring them that she’d help.

“I’ll call this in,” he said then dialed the research center.