He was sweating and wore running shoes and he just stood there observing Jason and I. I waved him over; half-expecting him to refuse and go into the house, but he came over. His mind too was blank, but I expected that because I know we can’t read each other’s mind because of our psychic abilities. Or at least I hoped that’s the case.

“Why are you in a wheelchair? I told you to heal your legs.” I frowned. It’s not like he gave me a manual on psychic abilities.

“I can’t. I tried to focus on my legs to know if…”

“Just heal them and stop acting all pitiful.”...