A Knife in the Dark

The chill, the kind that seeped into the bones and made one’s soul shiver caught Sam’s attention first.

The Manhattan skyline was sprawled out beneath him—a grand sight of historical landmarks that had survived throughout the centuries even against rampaging evil gods once upon a time. Something was amiss, however. The city lights which were on even in the wee hours of the early morning had gone dark except for the skyscraper directly below him. Below him—that was the other thing.

Sam was floating over a familiar building, the same one where he’d spent an entire day training to attain new abilities. He didn’t know how was floating over the Flint Consolidated headquarters though as Sam was pretty sure he hadn’t yet learned how to fly.

He opened his mouth to comment on this very fact, but no words would spill forth.

'I’m dreaming,' Sam realized quickly.