Kris thinks his grandfather and him talked a bit too much. He couldn't describe everything because everything was as new to him as it was to everyone in this room. His aunt hugged Jason tightly looking at Kris. Her eyes fluttered a bit before she dropped on the ground.   "Jia !" They all jumped except Kris. Suddenly not feeling the need to move. Jason had walked over to Kris and climbed into his lap. Kris looked down and him and smiled. The kid smiled back.   "Ge can we fly again ?" Jason asked and Kris shrugged. He didn't know if he could fly on will or was it just something that happened in panic. Could he fly again ? Kris closed his eyes and concentrated. His eyebrows furred and mind chanting to fly, fly, fly until he heard a laugh.   He opened his eyes and noticed he was a inch away from hitting his head on the ceiling.   "Ge is amazing !" Jason squealed when Kris began to move around the room. He laid on his back and realized he could float like this. Jason clapped his hands and they drifted around the living room before Kris heard his mom sigh.   "Kris can you not ? When Jia wakes up she's going to be frightened." His mother nagged.   "She shouldn't be so weak then." Kris and and all eyes went to him shocked.   "Ma is not weak." Jason said with a pout. Kris gave him a look making the tiny Wu pout even more. "Ge is being mean." He decided he had enough of flying and moved to climb down from Kris. He didn't notice that they were a good 10 feet in the air before he was falling.   "Jason !" Kris's mother caught him just in time. Kris sighed. Man Jason was a handful.   Later that night when everyone went to bed, Kris laid wide awake. He felt his new found power intriguing and wondered what else he could do. He opened his window and looked at the large distance from him and the ground. some breath in, he stepped out.   Flying was as normal it seemed as Kris didn't move from the air. He stood up straight and took a step. The air under his feet didn't waver. He  began running and soon his body tilted and he was soaring through the sky. He passed the city and moved towards the ocean. The water was black in the night but the shine from the moon gave it a eerie blue. Kris remember the woman saying their plane was at a islands of Taiwan. If he flew south would he make it ? How fast could he fly ? It took him a couple of minutes to reach the ocean and that was a couple hour drive from his grandparents house.   Kris wanted to explore where he died at. And see how if possible could more people have survive ? He began flying sound for a while. He didn't even know what the islands would look like but hopefully he would find something.   It must have been forty five minutes before he reached a place that looked like a island. It was tiny from his view above but as he moved down, it was very large. He didn't see any rubbished from the plane so this might not be the one. After a couple more island hops, he was started to think that maybe the plane was taken.   About to turn to go home, something glistened in the moon light below. Moving towards it, Kris realized it was a engine of the plane. Flying down towards it, he looked at it. It must have been a terrible crash because the plane was in pieces. All scattered and some floated into the water near. Kris noticed there was no one who could survive this and he wondered why people didn't question him how he did. Frowning, Kris decided to go home. Ignoring the floating bodies below him.   .   "Kris ?" A knock on his notice followed a deep voice. Kris stirred out of his sleep. His eyes open just as his father walked into his room.   "We are going to Korea soon. Now I know this might be too soon but we are going to have to take the jet." His father said softly. Kris sat up with a groan before looking at his father with squinted eyes.    "I don't mind." He said. His father eyes widened.   "Really ?."    Kris nodded at that and his father smiled.   "Okay. Well, seeing as you don't have to pack up, just get dressed and we will be leaving in two hours." Kris nodded and sighed as his father ruffled his hair comfortably.    After washing his face, Kris went down to eat. His grandmother made him a grand breakfast to help him feel better. His aunt Jia came on cautiously looking at him before sitting down. Jason, all but forgot about yesterday, sat next to Kris giving him a hug.   "I heard Ge is leaving." Jason said and Kris nodded.   "I don't want Ge to leave. I want Ge to stay so we can play and fly." Jason pouted.   "No !" His aunt shouted making everyone jump. She took a deep breath before speaking again. "No flying." She said much quietly.   Kris didn't say anything as his grandma tried to change the conversation. He took another spoon full of rice and soup, smiling at Jason when the younger almost spilled his drink on himself.   Soon Kris's time with his family was up and the car outside beeped it's horn.   "We will visit as soon as we can." His mother said hugging his grandparents one last time. Kris have them both a kiss. His aunt hugged him even though she looked like she didn't want to. Jason gave him a huge hug with a kiss and Kris ruffled his hair before saying his last goodbyes.   They reached the airport about a hour later and two hours after that, he was boarding his family's private jet.    His mother sat by his side and his father in front of him. They all decided to play some card games to past time. Kris liked family time like this. When his father was around his mother was happier and that made him happy too.   Soon they began falling asleep and the last thing Kris saw before his eyes closed was the bright blue sky.   They awoken some time later, jet landing. Their personal attendants taking their bags and they walked to the car waiting for them outside the jet.    "How long will you guys be here ?" Kris asked. He was here for his break and his father was here maybe for work but his mother was only around cause of the incident.   "No worries Kris we will leave you alone soon. We are just going to make sure you're settled and then I'll bring your mother to the other flat and she will go home a few days later. Make sure you come see us off. I have to go to the U.S. after this meeting." His father explained and Kris nodded.   They soon pulled up to a modern tall building. Kris could barely understand the words on the building but thankfully there was English under most of the signs.   They soon were on the twelfth floor of the building and his father showed him the code of the flat. Inside was really nice. Wide space, nice kitchen and the bedrooms we're nicely sized too.   His parents stayed for dinner which his father had his secretary order for them and sent her on break.   "Now Kris, please don't do anything stupid these next two weeks. Don't get into any trouble and eat and please don't fly." His mother said before they left. Kris nodded. His father hugged him.    "What she don't know won't kill her."    Kris smiled and waved them goodbye. As they drove away his smile faded and we went back to his new bed. The blue sky still on his mind.   .   .   Chanyeol had lost the small boy as quickly as he saw him. He tried to understand what he meant by not hearing a word he said but suddenly the boy disappeared. He was down into the earth in a instant.   Chanyeol dropped to the floor where the boy once stood but it seemed like no one was there. Was he dreaming ? Shaking his head Chanyeol looked down to the flames in his hands. Fire was admitting from him and he did not feel pain.   Shocked at such a thing, Chanyeol eyes widened as his whole arm caught on fire. He tried to pat it away but only made the fire rise high. He soon gave up with a sigh. It wasn't hurting him so it's okay. Images of his mother flickered through his mind. His face as they set her aflame. Her screams as she burned and he could do nothing. Absolutely nothing.   Chanyeol was sad. His heart hurt at the thought of being useless. His arms burned with flames. Flames that had killed his mother. So this is the power the woman was talking about. Was it her job to make people's lives an ironic hell ?    Getting up from his spot, Chanyeol wiped his tears away, or well tried but the flames evaporated the water until he could cry no more. The teen walked through the forest trying to find his way out. He could grieve later. Right now needed to get out of this place. Chanyeol was not a country boy. He probably wouldn't last a day in these woods and was surprised he was freaking out yet as it grew darker. He was a Seoul kid and would stay one. Walking faster, he didn't know if this was the way out but he ever got lost he could follow the scorched path that his footprints seemed to burn.   He seemed to find the nearest home about a hour later. It was a traditional Korean home and it made Chanyeol wonder how far out he was from Seoul. The fire on his body had died out and he was thankful. He didn't need anyone to freak out over him.   Slipping through the gates of the old providence, Chanyeol knocked at the house and waited a moment. He didn't know what time of night it was and if anyone would be awake. Moments later, the door slid open and he was greeted by a old woman.   "I'm sorry to intrude." Chanyeol started. "But could I please stay at your house for the night ?"   The old woman looked at him for a moment before stepping aside. Chanyeol did another bow as he slipped his dirty shoes off and walked inside.   The woman handed him a wash cloth and directed him towards the bathroom. Chanyeol thanked him and was surprised such a house hand a indoor bathroom.    He washed quickly and thankfully stepped out to find clothes waiting for him. They were a bit baggy but Chanyeol was pretty slim. It was a long sleeved t-shirt and pajama pants. Walking out the bathroom he found the old woman stripping corn.   "Do you need help ?" Chanyeol asked and the old lady shook her head but Chanyeol could see her hands tremble.   "Halmeoni-ssi. Please. It's the least I can do for you taking me in." Chanyeol said gently taking her frail hands into his. She paused for a moment to look up at Chanyeol. Chanyeol silently gasped as he looked to her face. Her eyes were, they weren't even there. Her eyes sockets were empty. Trying to not let it phase him, Chanyeol sat next to her and began peeling the remaining corn.   The next hour