The planes of reality are shifting.

With one snap of a finger, there's an explosion of shapes, colors - what used to be there no longer is, and what did not exist before became an unmistakable tangible thing in the present. The horde of villains chasing you down - the dozen of them - you could no longer hear their footsteps stomping on the pavement.

One second, they were behind you; the next, they were but unmoving, harmless graffiti on the wall.

You were saved.

And your hero was none other than-

"Little late to be taking a midnight stroll, don't you think?" X yawned, uncapping the sugary soda he got from the vending machine, regarding you with a cool look over the rim of his orange-lensed glasses. Not a single sign of exertion was shown on his immaculate features. "Care to tell me what that was all about?"