“We help them because it’s the right thing to do,” she replied to Locke after a long moment of contemplation.

She bent her knees, bringing herself to Locke’s eye level, and placed her hands gently on his small shoulders.

“We help because we can. If we’re able to do some good, why shouldn’t we? If you get some money for helping, that’s just a side benefit. You have all the time in the world, so there’s no rush.” She gazed into Locke’s eyes, her voice filled with sincerity.

Locke hummed in response but didn’t say anything as he glanced at the man they had just helped. He felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders but didn't feel particularly connected to it.

Afterward, they continued searching the area for more people who needed assistance. They found a few who required minor help, and by the end, Locke had earned another fifty dollars.

During their little adventure, they stumbled upon a park with a massive playground. Since nobody else was around to use the rides, Locke spent the next hour playing by himself, exhausting his energy until his body couldn’t take it anymore.

When they finally returned home, Locke collapsed onto his bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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A month later.

Locke walked the streets of the area he had come to know well.

The familiar sight of the inflated landing mat with the man suspended in mid-air.

The family in a shady alley, seemingly being robbed by a masked man with nothing more than a wooden stick.

A car without tires, being chased down the street by a few police cars.

A drunk man, about to hit someone with a pool noodle.

And a few other strange scenes, all within the small area of New York where Locke had made it his mission to help.

The most money he’d ever made came from that car chase during his first few days here. It was packed with bags of cash that amounted to hundreds of thousands. His mother gave him a small portion—two thousand dollars.

With it, Locke bought the Star Wars Millennium Falcon Lego set for a grand and an electric scooter for eight hundred dollars. The scooter allowed him to go a little over 20 mph on the road, making it his primary mode of transportation.

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His mother had been against the idea, fearing it might injure him. But after much convincing, she finally relented. The remaining money, though not a lot, wasn’t something Locke cared about. He had already gotten what he wanted.

Today, like any other day, Locke was riding his scooter through the open streets, heading to the city.

The realization that he was going to live the same day over and over was unnerving, but he wasn’t too worried. He had the whole world to explore, without any restrictions.

The only problem was figuring out how to do it.

The conclusion Locke came to was simple: flying.

Of course, he had no idea how to fly, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t learn.

He knew his mother would be against it because of the risks, so he thats why he had insisted on the scooter so he could use it to get around.

Giving him freedom to chose what he wants to do.

Locke arrived at the library he had discovered recently and headed straight to the aviation section.

He spent an hour flipping through books but quickly realized how complex flying was.

Discouraged, he lost interest and wandered over to the board games section.

One game, in particular, caught his eye—chess. Its simplicity, yet vastness, intrigued him.

Locke spent another hour going through books about chess until he understood the basics.

He wanted to play, but since he couldn’t use his abilities on a computer, he bought a chess board and played against himself.

At first, it was boring. But soon, he started spotting mistakes in his moves, and gradually, his skills improved.

Locke spent his time playing chess, exploring the library, and searching for anything else that might interest him.

Unfortunately, as time passed, hunger took over, and he decided to call it a day.

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A few months later.

The day still remained the same.

Locke had grown tired of the city. There was nothing much left for him to do.

His Lego set was complete. He’d grown bored of the playground.

He had saved everyone he could.

His life had become a monotonous routine of trips to the library and occasional grocery shopping.

One day, while flipping through the pages of a book, a pamphlet slipped out and fell onto the table.

Intrigued, Locke picked it up.

His eyes widened with excitement as he read.

Without hesitation, he stuffed the pamphlet into his pocket, closed the book, and rushed out of the library, practically bouncing with joy.

When he arrived home, he swung the door open and dashed to the hall, only to freeze in place at the sight before him.

His mother was at the dinner table, gasping for air.

Locke’s entire body suddenly went cold. His mind went blank.

He didn’t know what to do.

He had never seen someone choking before.

He had no idea what was happening.

His mother, desperate, tried to signal what Locke needed to do, but he couldn’t understand her gestures.

Each tick of the clock felt like a blade stabbing in his heart.

Feeling time slipping away, Locke did the only thing he could think of.

He made the delicious to freeze his mother.

And in an instant, her body froze completely, caught in the motion of gasping for air.

Without thinking much, Locke felt his racing heart calm down a little.

Walking closer to his mother, he saw the suffocating desperation embedded on his mothers face, stuck, not moving an inch.

His body at this time moved before his mind could.

He had to get to a hospital, find someone to help her.

He didn't how he would manage to help hos mother since he could only unfreeze one person at a time but he was confident the doctor would be able to help.