I opened the front door to my house, quickly slid over to the other side, and slammed the door shut. I turned on my heels to walk into the house when someone caught my sight. My heart dropped when I saw Bebe standing in the middle of the livingroom. Oh shoot, I'm late.

I swallowed. "Hey..." I smiled to cover up my guilt for leaving.

"Don't smile at me, Toosk." Bebe had a serious look on her face with crossed arms.

I dropped the smile and sighed. "I'm sorry, Bebe...I'm sorry for leaving..."

"Why did you leave?" She extended her arms out.

I rattled my mind for the best and honest excuse. "Because, um, I couldn't go to sleep and I didn't want to wake you up..."

"Where did you go?" She recrossed her arms.

I shrugged. "I just went... Um, y'know, driving around town..."

"Oh. Well, how was it? Nice? Calm?" Bebe asked me in a taunting manner, slowly walked up to me.

I gave Bebe a confused look. "Why'd you ask?"

She stared deeply into my eyes. "Just wondering, y'know."

Then she pressed her lips against mine. Wow, surprising. Here she was, upset at me, and now she's kissing me like everything's perfectly fine.

But before I was able to place my hands on her, she yanked herself away from me.

"Aha!" she bellowed with a frown.

Dang it. I grimaced, knowing where this was leading to.

"I knew it! I just knew it! You were drinking!" she snapped with a furious expression.

"How--how did you know?" I stuttered with anxiety.

"Your breath gave it away."

"Oh..." I looked down with shame.

"Why are you doing this?" Bebe asked me more gently.

"Doing what?" I stared at her narrowed eyes.

"Don't you know how worried I was about you when I wasn't able to find you?!" She pointed to herself. "You didn't even leave a note! Heaven knows where you were! Thank God you're alive!" She threw her hand toward me with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry...I-I-I--"

"Save it, Toosk, it's fine." Bebe raised her hand out at me, signalling me to stop talking. "You're here and you're safe and that's all that matters." She strutted away toward her right and into the kitchen.

"Ummm..." I stepped down into the living room cautiously. "Do you need help cooking bre--"

"No, it's fine! I got it!" Bebe shouted from the kitchen.

With a sigh, I lumbered to my office, the opposite direction from where Bebe was in the kitchen.

I sat on my desk, which had piles and piles of papers. I began to flip through the papers, rethinking what happened two hours ago. I go to a bar...I have two beers... I meet the guy that's in my nightmare... Everything suddnely goes black... I end up in a lab...and I escape by a speedboat... I threw a pile of unnecessary papars into the black trash can that was next to my chair. But while I was throwing them away, I spotting something unfamiliar on my right hand.

I dropped the papers and examined my hand.

Silver metal covered somewhat of the back of my hand, wrist, and my knuckles. My veins that were covered by the metal looked like they were wires.

Okay...now I'm starting to look like a robot... I tried to scratch it off, but it was like as if it was part of my skin; I began to grow anxious. This is not good, something's wrong with my hand...

"Bebe!" I got up and exited my office; I fast-walked over to the kitchen and halted in the doorway of the room.

Bebe gave me a serious look with those green eyes of hers; she was holding a spatula, standing in front of the stove. "Yes?"

"Ummm...there's something wrong with my hand..." I felt like a little kid telling my parents that I got a scratch.

"I'm busy, as you can see..." She seemed miffed. "I can look at it later, though."

"But..."

"Why don't ask one of your friends?" she suggested with a shrug.

Phone a friend. That's right... "Oh yeah, I completely forgot about them!" I chuckled a bit. "Thanks for remeding me!" I walked out of the kitchen.

"Wait, Toosk!" Bebe shouted; I halted in my tracks. She began speaking more calmly: "I still love you even though it might seem like I hate you and can care less about you at the moment...I just want to let you know about that."

"Okay, thanks, Bebe." I called back to her, resuming my walking. "You were starting to make me rethink if marrying you was a good idea."

"TOOSK!"

I began to laugh. "I'm only joking, I'll never do that!"

"I know, I know..." Bebe began to laugh lightly as well.

Good, at least she could still be in high spirits.

I walked back to my office and plopped into my chair. "Okay...let's see..." I pulled out my iPhone and called the smartest friend I had of all: Andrew. He was the type of guy one would go to when they needed help with anything that had to do with math, science, or even life skills.

I waited for thirty seconds until his answering machine told me to leave a message after the beep. "Ugh, come on, Drew, now is the perfect time to pick up...," I muttered to myself as I redialed his number.

Same result.

I tried three more times until I gave up. Then I called another friend who is kind of smart: Lance.

He picked up after the phone rang two times.

"Hello," Lance answered from the other line.

"Hey, Lance!" I straightened up, happy that he answered. "Is now a good time to talk to you?"

"Well, I'm right now trying on suits and Jackie's trying out dresses... We're going on a date tonight!" Okay, like as if I needed to know that...

"Oh, but don't you have like a bunch of other suits?" I asked, trying to hold up a conversation.

"Toosk! Don't you know the rules!" he yammered. "Never ever wear the same suit twice! Every date is new, and so is the attire. It would be a total disgrace if I've ever done that. Jackie would die."

"Oh...sorry... It's just that Bebe and I don't do that." That made Bebe and me feel so low-key.

"Well, y'know--" Lance whispered something off the phone. "--Sorry, like what I was saying: each couple runs differently."

"Yeah, it's okay..." I leaned back on my swivel chair.

"So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?"

I was having a second thought on telling Lance about my hand; he was in a public place and that would just be straight up awkward. But at the same time, I didn't want to say "nothing" and make the phone call useless.

"What was I calling for...?" I thought of another legit reason of why I called him. "Oh yeah, that's right! Do you know where Drew's at?"

"Lankorff? Oh, I don't know--I hadn't talked to him in like a century."

Hyperbole. Lance is not even forty yet. "Oh..." I nodded my head.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Well, um, because--" I stopped my talking as I heard Lance say something off the phone.

"I'm sorry," he told me after a few moments. "Continue?"

"I can hang up, y'know..." I shook my head.

"No, no, it's fine. Continue."

Okay. I sighed as I began to spin around slowly on the chair. "Well, because I called him and he's not picking up."

"Well, maybe he's sleeping..." He paused for a moment. "Wait, what time is it, anyways?"

"I don't know, use that Rolex watch of yours." I scoffed with a roll of my eyes.

"Oh yeah... It's five past nine... That's early for a phone call..."

"Says the person that is trying on suits." That earned another roll of my eyes.

"Hey, I'm trying to beat the crowd! It's nice right now when it's all empty!" Lance snapped back.

"Yeah, well, maybe I can call him later."

"That'll be a good idea. I'll talk to you later! Bye!" Lance hung up the phone quickly.

"Okay...." I pulled the phone away from my ear.

I thought for a moment of who I can call next. That's right. I dialed my youngest friend of all: Cole.

"Hey, Toosk! How are you?" Cole asked me.

"Good, and you?"

"I'm doing awesome. Just finished playin' hockey with Dixon. What are you doing?"

My eyes gazed around the dusky room. "Nothing."

"Then you're dead," he told me sternly.

I chuckled at bit. "Good one, Lannon, good one. Had you talked to Drew recently?"

"That old guy?"

"He's not old, Cole, he's just turned thirty." I leaned toward my desk, placing my elbows on the desk's top.

"Oh well, no..."

"Oh, okay then... Thank you anyways for that." I turned my head to face the window to my left that had its blinds closed.

"No prob, Toosk. See ya later."

"Alright, bye." Then I hung up.

I had now ran out of people to call and there is one thing I got from both of them: they had not talked to Andrew recently.

Great.

"Toosk! Breakfast is ready!" I heard Bebe's voice ring from the kitchen.

Perfect timing.

I got up and ambled into the dining room, which is right next to the kitchen. I saw that Bebe made pancakes, eggs, and sausages.

"Whoa, Bebe! You went all out! This is awesome!" I exclaimed; I sat next to her and began to serve myself.

"I like cooking. Takes my mind off of things." Bebe smiled at me.

I smiled back. I loved it when she smiles at me.

"So did you talk to your friends?" she asked as she brought the pan of eggs to herself.

"Yeah, but I got nothing out of them." I pulled the stack of pancakes near my plate.

"Nothing?" Bebe scooped eggs onto her plate.

"Well, Andrew didn't pick up, and Lance was suit shopping, and Cole was playing hockey..." I served some pancakes.

"Oh... So now that I'm avaliable, what is it that you wanted to tell me?" She dropped the serving spoon and fully turned to face me.

I placed the spatula down and faced Bebe as well. "Errr...this..." I showed her my right hand. I felt mortified when she gave it a weird what-the-heck-is-that-? look.

"Hmmm...that's interesting..." She cocked her head in interest. "Any pain?"

I shook my head.

"Okay, then, let's just leave it alone and see what happens." Bebe flashed me a smile with a shurg; she turned back to serving.

"Alright." I served the rest of the food that I wanted and began to eat.

After I was done eating what I first served, I reached over the plate of sasuages to grab the pitcher of orange juice, when I notice that my hand was back to normal.

"Hey, Bebe, look..." I placed the pitcher next to my plate and showed Bebe my hand.

"Huh...that's interesting, it's gone..." She knitted her eyebrows with curiosity.

"Yeah..." I gazed at Bebe.

She looked up at me. "Had you been thinking about it while you were eating?"

"No..."

"Had...you...been worrying about those nightmares and what you had done while you were eating?"

"No..." I shook my head.

Bebe turned away from me, running her fingers through her long, black hair, thinking hard. "Wait...I think I got it..." Then she slapped me across the face.

I was shocked with pain buzzing through my cheek."WHAT THE--?"

"Shhh..." Bebe placed a thin finger on my lips and grabbed my hand and exmained it again. "I knew it." She pulled back from me so that I could see my hand; the metal stuff was back.

My eyes widened with shock. "How...?"

"It seems like when you are worried, nervous, or mad, this thing comes. But when you are at peace, happy, or joyful, then it is gone."

I gave her a sly look as I dropped my hand. "You're smart."

"Of course I am!" She gaped at me. "What do you think I am, stupid?"

I chuckled at bit. "Maybe-- No, no, I'm just kidding."

"Nice one there, Toosk. So just be happy, okay? No worrying." She shot me a tranquil look.

I nodded my head. "Okay. Gotcha." I poured my orange juice into my cup.

I reached out to grab my fork when suddenly, my fork became alive and jumped out from my hand, skidding onto the floor.

"Whoops. I'll get it." I grunted as I leaned down from my chair to reach the fork, but it was inches away from my reach.

"You know...you can get up...," Bebe told from behind me.

"Yeah..." I looked back up at Bebe from behind my shoulder. "I don't really feel like doing that--" Then I heard a loud CLANK!

I straightened back up as I felt something weird sticking on the back of my abnormal hand. I turned it around and there was my fork, perpendicular to my hand. "What the...?" My voice faded.

"Well--" Bebe pulled the fork out from my hand. "--it seems like your hand is magentic as well."

"But that can't be..." Then I heard another clank! This time, Bebe's spoon stuck was to my hand. I began to chuckle with embarssment.

"Well then! Can I trade your fork for my spoon?" Bebe asked with raised eyebrows.

"Certainly!" I yanked off the spoon, which was obvious that it was held by a magnetic force and traded it for my fork.

Now I had a silver hand and magnetic powers.

What's next?