Before Peter could go to Antarctica he had to make a little side-trip.
"Peter...would you please take this ski out of my chest now?" His father asked.
"No. I enjoy seeing that in you."
"Please?"
"Sure."
"Really?"
"No." He needed to get to his next stop before 1:00. He looked down. "Next stop. That little house."
Peter came out of the little house with blood all over his shirt.
"What did you do?"
"What I do best. Kill." He loved this power. He could now simply point at an object and it would just vanish. Only problem was that he couldn't kill Power's that way. That was what he got from that little old lady right before she died.
"Let's go dad."
