Snippet #2529405

Henry sat in some small town burger joint eating a bacon cheeseburger when he felt it. Magic. It made the hairs on his neck stand up. A Witch, somewhere, was stupid enough to use their power in an unprotected setting. It was faint though, almost too faint to detect. But it was there, and Henry had a direction; west. He got up from the table and walked out, without paying. Henry didn't normally keep money on him, and there was nothing the manager of the burger joint could do. Nine times out of ten, no one even realized that Henry had been there in the first place. He just blended in.

He went from the burger joint to a train station, and boarded the first train going west. He walked right through the wall of the train, and took the first empty seat he came to. No one noticed him, no one talked to him. If anyone did notice him, he'd likely kill them on the spot. Only those who were magically gifted ever noticed him. As the train began to move, Henry stood up and started walking towards the front of the train. He could still feel the pull of the Witch, and he wanted to be as close to it as he could.