Carl straightens up at the sound of a bird call. He looks up at his English teacher and asks to use the restroom. She reluctantly agrees and he runs out of the school. He hears the call again and he stands in a bus stop booth where no one pays attention and he looks down at his star-shaped necklace and presses a small pearl placed inside of the center. His eyes close as a gush of water shoots up and envelopes him. People look over but the water is too thick for anyone to recognize him, fortunately. He emerges from the newly formed puddle, markings on his cheeks, large plates on his shoulders and boots, the tips shaped to swirls. He runs as fast as he can to the building where the call had come from and uses the suctions in the undersides of his arms to stick up the wall. He flips up into the roof and lands next to her.
"Hey, Palcon, what's going on?"
"Lady called, said a squid-thing was attacking her of some sort. Where is everyone else?"
"They're coming, I bet. When did she call you?" He looks over the city, looking for the others.
"About a minute or two ago." She sighs and taps her foot.
"You might want to call again." He nods to her and she screams out once more.
