"I can do anything," he says by way of agreement.

That aura of pink takes shape around him. Folding itself neatly into what looks like a giant pink balloon, swollen with water.

"Carter's in housewares. I can hear him. I'm going for Kyle. You can get behind me or meet me at the gate," he says and with an imagined pin he pricks the thing he's created. Like a damn bursting that psionic energy floods the halls and down the escalators, tumbling away with any human being caught in its wake like a little tsunami.