Snippet #1581156

Isaac yawned as he woke up from his slumber.  As he gazed around his murky surroundings, the young man slowly rubbed his eyes.  There was something about the cold that always made him tired in the mornings, and it was on days like these that he wished he could just sleep in.  But, being on the bottom of lake Erie, sleeping in would not be a good idea.

I hope it's not too late, Isaac thought. I don't want too many people asking questions once I get back on land. Somehow managing to gather enough concentration to access his gifts, Isaac heated the water around him.  The got water felt nice against his cold, clammy skin, and the shock jolted him awake.  Some of the nearby fish jerked awake as well, glancing around with their dinner plate eyes before settling back down in the silt to continue their seasonal rest.

"Sorry!" Isaac bubbled, the words not enunciating properly through the thick liquid surrounding him.  Figuring that it was time to resurface, Isaac focused once more and slowly began to rise to the icy surface, that mirrored boundary that separated him from the rest of the world.  Isaac melted a hole in the thick ice, poking his head up into the air just enough to be able to observe his surroundings.  After checking to make sire no one was around to see him, Isaac emerged from the water, pushing the liquid off of his body as he entered the chilly air above.

It was a short, brisk walk across the ice to the nearby piers of Buffalo, New York.  Once he reached the edge of the city, Isaac stopped by one of the many icy, abandoned rowboats to pick up his things, which he had left there the previous night.  

Once he had changed his clothes (quickly, it was FREEZING!), he strode into the snow covered city scape.  It was still early in the morning, and much of the residents were still slumbering.  The only sign of life on the barren streets was the occasional snow plow, those hulking machines who worked tirelessly to rid the streets of the accident inducing powder which is snow.  Isaac waved at the disheveled person sitting behind the wheel of the massive vehicle, but the man paid no attention to him.  Isaac shrugged.  I guess some guys just aren't morning people.

A little ways down the street, Isaac ran into something a little more interesting.  A few blocks down, the young man could see a heavily clothed figure walking down the street towards him.  Isaac normally wouldn't have paid any attention her, but even from a distance, he could see... disfiguration.  Either she was a catholic bell ringer, or she was like him. Gifted.

Rather than barging in to investigate, Isaac set himself down where he was and observed from a distance.  He watched in quiet interest as the woman turned into a nearby alley and out of sight. 

Before long, another cloaked figure appeared, this time male walked by the alley.  The man stopped, to Isaac's surprise, and reached into his coat.  In a matter of seconds, all of his belongings were spilled out in the snow, and the figure hurried to gather the items up.  Isaac chuckled softly.  He must not have been very used to cold weather if he had lost that much dexterity.  

A few minutes later, the good had been collected, and the man stood up once again.  Figuring that the guy would just continue on his way, Isaac stood up, brushed the snow off of his pants, and prepared to move on.  Just as he was about to set off, he noticed something strange; the man had turned into the alley too!  Either something's going on there, or I'm delirious, Isaac thought.  Why on earth is that alley so frequented? The man knew there had to be more.

Isaac speed-walked down the street, quickly arriving at the alleyway in question.  All he could see of interest was the basement window of the nearby apartment building, which was, strangely, wide open.  "Not the most energy friendly thing to do during November," Isaac mumbled to himself as he trudged down the narrow passage.  The man jumped as he heard a grumbled curse come out from the window.  So that's where he went.

"Hey," Isaac said, waiving cheerily as he knelt down to look in the window.  "Looks like you're in a bit of a pickle.  Need some help?"