He was out walking. He’d planned for this to be a holiday, but heroes don’t really get vacations. He’d realised his holiday had ended the moment a young child had tripped straight into him. After helping them up he’d seen their face. Their hair messy and tangled, eyes void of any spark, sunken eye bags, and scars littering them. They were a mutant, that wasn’t to question.

“Child? Take a breath, what happened?”