Character: Kate Yates

“This usually happens to me on Tuesdays, too,” he said cheerfully.

She saw atoms dancing around the room. She knew exactly the temperature of her coffee. She saw and understood the chemical processes taking place in the cup. But it didn't seem like a thought. She didn't need to concentrate or strain in any way. It was as natural as breathing. And at the same time, a feeling of strength and power came. Her hand reached out for the sugar bag in the vase on the table. She held it gently between her thumb and forefinger and watched it disintegrate into static electricity.