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another one of his kind would have found him and explained things, but they're all gone. The good ones are no longer here. The bad ones are still around, but they're different. A lot different."
          Jane stood up, walked to Titus's bedside, and pulled the blankets up higher to cover his back. The werewolf stirred in his sleep. Dog dreams.
          "You really expect me to lead these guys?" Jane asked.
          She saw her own reflection in Doc's lenses. She looked like a kid in a Halloween costume, not a hero.
          "What about Kate? She's better at this. Older. She was doing the whole crime fighter thing before any of us — "
          "It's gotta be you, Jane. Kate's very good, and you should listen to her, because she sees the world in a very different way than you do, and you'll need that. But, you're the one they'll admire."
          "Billy and Emily and Titus? Billy doesn't look up to anyone, and Emily doesn't even respect you!"
          "The world, Jane." Doc smiled at her. "The world will look up to you."
          She shrugged and turned back to Titus, sleeping and sedated on the bed. What the world thought of her didn't seem very important at that moment.
         

 
     
     
    Chapter 11:
    Gravity
     
         
    They hovered twenty miles off the coast, over the Atlantic, and about fifty feet above the water. Jane led the way, flying with one arm forward as always, a mental trick Doc taught her when he first took her from the farm. She hoped to eventually not need it, and certainly understood her powers were not dependent upon pointing a fist in the direction she wanted to fly, but it helped her concentrate and, she had to admit, it did make her appear more heroic.
          Jane, while not vain, didn't mind looking heroic when she flew.
          Billy performed the usual routine, that effortless drifting flight surrounded by the blue-white light generated by his symbiotic alien companion. Jane was a bit jealous, it came so easily to him, like having a built in copilot with "Dude" coaching him at all times. But she also realized that Billy was more dependent on the alien than he wanted to be, and Jane was already more self-reliant than him, and that provided fine consolation.
          Watching Emily "fly" was even greater consolation.
          Emily flew only in the sense that she remained airborne; this flight resembled more of a high altitude tumble through the air. She spun and drifted, yet was bizarrely able to keep pace with the others. To say it was a graceless endeavor would be an understatement. Rather, it was like watching someone in a particularly awkward freefall that never ended.
          Finally, Jane put on the breaks; all three of them halted in mid-air. Emily stopped moving forward, but it took her a moment or two to cease drifting and spinning in place. Even then, she still moved awkwardly, pin-wheeling her arms when she started to tilt one way and the other. That ridiculous scarf had become entangled around her face during the journey and she yanked it away to reveal her absurd pair of steampunk goggles.
          "You're a menace," Billy said.
          He laughed, but it wasn't a mean laugh.
          Jane had assumed Billy would act more like a bully, but he'd developed a fondness for Emily, and treated her kindly even when they traded verbal barbs. It was the only reason she invited him along on Emily's training flights because, in reality, Billy had little advice to offer.
          "I'm not a menace. I'm the least menacing thing out here. I'm like a reject from the Cirque de Moliére," she said.
          "Soleil," said Billy.
          "Gesundheit," said Emily.
          "Emily," Jane said. "How do you fly?"
          "Badly."
          "No. I mean, what are you doing, internally, to make yourself fly? Do you do anything specific? Focus on anything?"
          "Pixie dust. I think about pixie dust."
          "Stop it,"