Saturday, around noon.

The city is crowded. Traffic, honking horns, people walking with shopping bags, music drifting from cafes. Enid and Wednesday walk along the sidewalk through the throng.

Enid is window-shopping with a little too much enthusiasm for her companion's liking.

"Okay, but listen, that jacket was literally made for me."

Wednesday doesn't even look.

"Your definition of 'literally' is scientifically incorrect."

A truck speeds down the avenue. The ground vibrates slightly.

Enid sighs.

"Someday, I'm going to have a giant closet full of—"

BOOM

An explosion cuts her sentence short.

The shockwave reverberates through the buildings and several people scream. Two blocks away, black smoke begins to rise from a bank.

Alarms start blaring.

A group of masked men rush out of the bank doors. One carries a bag full of stuff. Another points a gun in the air.

"BACK! EVERYONE BACK!"

The crowd panics and people run in all directions. A car slams on its brakes, making a child start to cry.

One of the robbers fires a shot at a lamppost.

BANG!

Sparks fly near the sidewalk.

Wednesday surveys the scene with surgical calm.

"Armed criminals. Civil chaos. Police response possible in five minutes. Then she looks at Enid.*

"I guess this is the moment you mysteriously disappear."

The robbers start running toward a parked van that had just pulled up. One of them shoves a woman to the ground—she had only stepped in front of him in a panic. The other gets behind the wheel.

The engine roars. The van is about to start moving.

Enid feels that familiar pull in her chest, that moment when she knows exactly what she has to do. But she also knows she can't do it… Not in front of everyone.

Wednesday raises an eyebrow as she watches Enid hesitate. She takes her arm and pulls her into an alley.

"Don't worry. I'm excellent at keeping secrets and making sure no one finds out them."

The van starts moving. The thieves are making their getaway as Enid pulls the suit out of her backpack, hurriedly putting it on.

"Hurry. They'll get away."

"I know! Watch my things!"

Enid leaves the backpack unzipped, with her civilian clothes tucked inside, and quickly leaves, shooting a trail of web to chase the thieves. The police would surely take care of finding any injuries and calling an ambulance.