The tall brick buildings towered over her as she made her way to the city center where Adrian would live and fight crime for the foreseeable future. This place couldn’t be further from her upbringing, but with new-found super human powers comes greater responsibility and with it, risk.

She knew she had to act like she knew what she was doing, but inside her guts churned like a wooden wheel. The smells were different, not better or worse really, just more mechanical than agricultural. The sounds were the most bothersome change she had to overcome. Clamoring motorists speeding by, blasting their horns at every intersection to proclaim their presence. Everything around her seemed to spin at an incredible rate. Her heartbeat matching the overwhelming rhythm built immense pressure in her chest and throat.

Stopping in her tracks Adrian, knelt to the dirty sidewalk, took a deep breath, and forced a sigh that sent her levitating several feet in the air.

She couldn’t control her power in Williston, overreacting to even the slightest imposition the small town folk caused. “One slip up and they just can’t let it go,” she thought to herself. She had accidentally broken Ol’ Bobby Joe Franson’s arm while trying to escort the drunken farmer from the local pub one wild evening.

A crowd was now gathering below her, pointing up at her as if she were an evil witch on a broom. “Stop staring at me!” It came out before Adrian even had a chance to consider her words.

How was she going to protect these people from criminals and villains if she couldn’t even walk down the street. How was she going to earn their admiration when she was already disgusted by their conformity?

Her eruption caused the crowd to disperse as if they hadn’t just seen a person floating 15 feet overhead. Passerby’s became just that again and passed by.

Adrian calmed and lowered herself back to the ground but as soon as the beatup soles of her feet touched down her anxiety returned. She gently rose back up an inch into the air. This small move gave her just enough distance somehow to make her feel like she was better than all of them - present but not connected. Satisfied in her revelation, she comforted herself thinking, “I can stoop to their level, yet remain a cut above them - I’m a superhero. I need to be extraordinary now, not ordinary.”