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For a moment, Jonah could experience everything... bullets whizzing past him, the screams of those that were falling pray to the sting of lead or batons, as well as the man running towards him from the window. It was all surreal and slowed down, even the pain from a bullet as it grazed his arm. Jonah turned from the force and shock and blasted the one responsible with a blast of energy from his right index finger. Everything that happened afterwards was a blur, as though time were catching up with itself after slowing down, and the next thing Jonah remembered was the gang of patients being in the woods trying to decide what to do now. It looked as though his cut arm had been tended to a bit, wrapped with a torn bit of his patient gown, but he still felt ungodly cold. He looked around at the others and let out a long sigh, his breath still visible as though it were a cold winters day.

"Thank you, whoever came back for me" He said, fog coming from his mouth with every word. He stood up, having been sitting in a trance ever since they stopped running, and tried walking around a bit. His arm was still sore, but the strength had returned to his legs and he had little trouble moving now, but decided to sit back down to conserve energy until whatever drug he'd been under wore off more, using a tree to rest his back upon. He watched and listened as others talked of going to retrieve firewood, and contemplated joining them but was nervous about venturing out into the woods with as little experience he's had being outside like this. He thought about what the layout of the woods might look like, and after a few moments a clear image of the camp came into his head, as though he were floating above everyone looking down at them. He could even see when people moved...

As well as himself leaning against a tree...

He looked at his hands and they seemed different, as though they were made of a smoke that maintained its shape. Jonah blinked a few times in surprise before floating about the camp trying to get people's attention, but his words fell upon deaf ears, and his hands phased through their flesh. In a panic Jonah closed his eyes and focused on returning to his own body, and when he opened his eyes again he saw the same things before the ghost episode occurred.

I bet I could figure our where we are like that... If I can do that on purpose again...