Carlos Darkmoore was glad for the stalker robots capturing mutants everywhere. It meant that he could do what he wanted when he wanted. He was going to be blamed anyway so why not drive a few Human people insane?

Carlos walked down the street looking up he saw the sign 48th street. to the left of the sign was a lamp post. It turned on. It was almost time.

Carlos got off the bench he had been sitting on and walked to a red brick house on the left hand side of the road. He walked around the building checking for an opening to get in. There was none. Sitting down Carlos began to focus his energy on the sleeping form on the second floor. The mans name was Daniel Youngman. He was 32 and unmarried. All of the knowledge came to Carlos who quickly shifted to find Daniels greatest fear. It was drowning. Suddenly Daniel was in engulfed in the dark depths of fear.