John gapes at the hole going straight through his neighbor’s house. From what he could see, it was perfectly smooth and about 10 feet in diameter. He then noticed his elderly neighbor limping around on his yard, seemingly muttering something.

As John wandered closer, he could hear him muttering “It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me, I couldn’t have…” John wandered up to the edge of his yard, just on the sidewalk.

                “Are you ok, Jerry?” John asked. His neighbor looked up, seemingly a bit surprised that John was there.

                “Oh… yeah, hello John. I was just…” Jerry said as he waved his hands towards the hole in his house vaguely.

                “Yeah, do you mind if I get a closer look?” John asked as he took a step into the grassy yard of his neighbor.

                “Yeah, go for it, just be careful, it’s… strange” John’s neighbor said, muttering the last part.

                John stepped up to the hole, and noticed it was perfectly smooth straight through the house, as if it had been cut by a laser, but with no burn marks. He also noticed a prodigious amount of dust in piles below where he could see into the house. “How peculiar” he said to himself.

                John turned back to his neighbor and asked him, “How did this happen? Do you know?”

                “Well… I don’t know. Here I was, sleeping in my house, in the second story bedroom, when I woke up in the middle of the night. I woke up to the sounds of people in my house. Robbers. They came into my room and saw that I was awake, and they panicked. One of them pointed their gun at me and threatened to kill me if I called the good men and women on the police force!” Jerry said, shaking his head.

                “You know me, John. I served for many years, and I would not stand for such hooligans in my house. I was so very angry at them, and somehow, I felt like there was a fire, raging in my chest at the idea of being robbed. I felt so angry that I started shouting at those damn men, right there in my bed-room, still in these very clothes!” Jerry exclaimed, pointing at his dust-cakes pajamas.

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                “I told them ‘To hell with you! I didn’t serve my country so you could stand here and ruin it!’ And you know what they did? They laughed! I felt so angry at this, so put-off by those young men, that I… well, I did something you wouldn’t believe” Jerry said, seemingly lost in his head.

                “Well, what did you do?” John asked, somewhat eager to hear more.

                “I… reached out, with my mind, and felt the little things in the air, the little things that make up those robbers, and I ripped them to shreds. I… somehow, turned them, and my house, into dust.” Jerry said, almost not believing his very own words.

                “What?” John exclaimed, somewhat taken aback that his serious no-nonsense neighbor claimed that he could turn things to dust. But then he looked back at the perfectly circular hole, and the mountains of ash it seemed to have produced. “Well, it clearly has some sort of evidence to it…”

                John took a long moment to just stare at the hole in the house, incredulous that such a thing appeared seemingly overnight, but he shook himself out of it when Jerry tapped his shoulder and asked him, “Are you ok there? You were just starin’ at mah house”

John looks down at his watch, and notice that it’s getting close to time he has to come into work, and he might miss his bus.

                “Shit, I got to go. My boss said he’ll fire me if I’m late again. See you later, Jerry… I hope you get all this resolved” He said as he started jogging to the bus stop.

                John arrived on time, and got onto his waiting bus. He paid his fare and sat down in his seat in the strangely empty bus.

                “A lot of weird things going on today” said John, just before he noticed that up ahead, there was a swirling formation of clouds in an otherwise cloudless day, each a slight shade of a different color.

                ‘Strange’ John thought to himself as he stared at the mysterious weather. He then shook his head and got off the bus at his job, and times in. He walks into the store and times in, noticing that only he and his manager were there.

                John’s manager, Henry, walks up to him and asks, “Have you seen the strange news?”