Cortex: DO NOT LET HER ESCAPE!

Mewtula threw down a shelf with her psychic powers as she sped forward and crashed through a window, plummeting down to the dark damp ocean below

Hours passed. Maybe days. She wasn't sure. She had used her powers to create a psychic bubble to shield herself as the bubble washed up ashore on an unknown island.

She drew back the bubble and floated around before she felt a hand touch her shoulder. Her eyes glazed over as she flipped the perpetrator on their back and pressed her foot on their neck

using her telepathy, she spoke

[Who are you?! Where am I?]