Even though Xander had jumped from the third floor window, he landed lightly on the ground below. With a sigh, he glanced down at the glass shards littering the concrete. The hotel room was booked under his name, so if the owners noticed the sudden lack of a window, Xander would be the one who had to pay the bill. With the wave of his hand, the glass lifted off the ground, soaring back up into the frame as though time was reversing itself. Once the fragments had pieced themselves back together into a somewhat recognizable window shape, Xander took off running.
Lucy was almost at the end of the parking lot already, screaming in terror as he tried to secure the bedsheet around his vital area. Despite being a create born of the air, he was not very light on his feet, and soon Xander was on his tail.
"What are you doing??" He shouted from just a few meters behind Lucy.