Jono reached up, scratching the back of his head. We ain't ever really tested it, he admitted after a moment. I know I can reach halfway cross the planet to call fer help, but there wasn' ever a reason t' look into it more. 'Course, me profs were always goin' on 'bout how I got more potential than I was using.

That last thought came with a flash of memory, an imposing woman in white--and not a lot of it. Memory that had the taste of reality rather than a teenage boy's fantasy. Ms. Frost was the one who prodded him about his potential, after all. Whatever it is, 's got somethin' t' do with the bloody inferno in me chest.