"You have to learn to stop rushing through everything," Edgar Van told the boy patiently. "Oh, alright, just take a break, a short one, and don't try to cram a whole day's worth of running into five minutes, Rachmaninov demands proper breathing."
The boy ran off as fast as his legs could carry him which was surprisingly fast considering his girth.
"The world continues to become smaller," Van ponders as he turns the globe with the hands of an artist, playing the topographical braille with his fingers as if stroking the strings of a harp. "My holdings become larger exponentially each day but what good does it do me when those who hear are not truly listening and those who do listen become that which I loathe most of all, the devoted."
"You were different, more capable, truly gifted and absolutely independent, but now you're gone."
"He's not going to let you leave here, y'know," the perfect little pretty in pink sister taunts the pudgy little superhero as he attempts his getaway.
"He can't catch me when I'm flying!" the boy responds as he rushes up to the balcony. Now he is free. He dashes up the stairs and leaps onto the railing, a risky move but when you possess his powers, it's easy. Faster and faster he runs along the rail until...
Falling is only a little different from flying really, one just bears a little more intent.
The boy falls helplessly toward the marble floor too quickly for fear to overtake surprise.
"Joshua!", Van yells as he deftly grabs the large golden candlestick and hurls it in a single motion, like a javelin toward the falling boy, and just as quickly as he fell, he is saved. The candlestick neatly pierced the fabric of his cape in precisely the right spot for Joshua to land with his sorry ass sitting directly in a rather large and surprisingly comfortable chair roughly two hundred years older than anyone he had ever known.
"So much for not being able to catch you", Joshua's sister Shannon remarked dryly as the boy sat dumbfounded, staring up at the candlestick which saved his life, embedded deep in the masterfully stained woodwork of the church.
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