Unless she found a way to be invisible, or the world found out about mutants without painting targets on their backs, flying was at best an occasional and discreet activity. Not an I don't feel like walking home from the pub one. But today was a good day, so Em wasn't going to think about that, or how much she still missed life in Duninnean.

"We'll see. Maybe I'll track down a deck with a hot air balloon or something equally innocuous."