The cars zipped by in the darkness of the night, the bridge was lit up with lights and the breeze brought the scent of salty water to the senses. The trip was exilirating, Daria could feel the breeze against evry part of her even parts she couldn't see or knew existed. She could still feel Mike, Some of their molecules touched which was good or else she would lose him and that would be..bad, to say the least.

She was teleporting them to the top of the George washington bridge-the first place she teleported to on her arrival. Soon the top of the bridge was in sight and she began to reassemble them so that they stood looking down on the water and the vehicles.

The trip was more than a little disorienting to Mike, but he (thankfully) didn't get the urge to wander aimlessly and lose his balance while he regained his bearings. Not that he couldn't just fly back up, of course, but with so many witnesses about, it wouldn't have been a great idea to cause a scene.

He looked out over the water, kind of an awed look on his face. He'd crossed the bridge a few times with his Grandfather during family visits to the state, but the view from the crowded traffic down on the bridge was nothing like this. "Wow," he said quietly.

Daria grinned.

"I can teleport to places just by seeing them; if they're not too far away. I was in the New England area before I ended up in New Yok City and this is the first place I came to. I found the picture in a travel book and...." she shrugged. "

"I wanted to go to the twin towers but they weren't standing when I got here. Funny how I used to be afraid of heights before I mutated."

"My grandfather took me across here a few times when he had business in Jersey during my visits." He walked over to the edge, peering over. Before his mutation he'd have been terrified and gotten vertigo... now that he could fly, it didn't seem like such a long drop. Then he looked curiously at Daria, "So you don't have to have been wherever you're teleporting to? You can just... go there?"

"Yep" she nodded proudly. "I need a picture image though. Or a really good description. But I wouldn't trust the description...it might be completely different from what the person was thinking.

"If my powers get out of control; then I start blinking. And I sometimes can't control where I go then."

"Kinda like a road trip, you just see where you end up?" Mike teased. He sat down on the edge of the bridge, his feet dangling over the edge, trusting that the motorists below were too preoccupied to pay any notice to him.

Daria shoved him playfully before sitting beside him, 'indian style'.

"It's not as fun." she informed him. "It's scary. I mean I could end up at the center of the earth. I mean, I like getting a tan as much as the next person but thats too hot for me." She looked down at the blurry dashes of light given off by the cars.

Mike nodded evenly. "I hadn't thought of that... I just figured the worst that could happen would be that you'd end up at the North Pole for a minute before you teleported back." He looked down at the cars too. "You know, I could scare the shit out of those peole right now if I wanted to... of course, I guess that make some accidents, so it's a bad idea, but it's fun to think about."

Daria laughed.

"Devilish, Mike. Are you sure you're on the right team? You might be one of those mutants that give us a bad name."

Mike was quiet at that, just watching the cars go by. He HAD been one of the mutants that gave them all a bad name. He'd done a pretty good job of it, too.

Daria noticed his silence and kept looking downward. She decided not to break the mood with noise.

Of course we've all had those moments of which we're not proud. And people wont like mutants regardless of how hard we try. I know that is a pessimistic way of looking at it but it's the way I think it will have to be.

So you could blow them up if you want. After a while, Mutants will be the only one left on earth anyways.

"I guess I have to let all of that stuff go, don't I?" Mike smiled slightly. "I keep dwelling on all of this, I'm going to just make everyone around me miserable."

Daria laughed.

"We're all guilty of dwelling on things. Mike. Me of all people I think. But tramatizing experiences leave marks and they inevitable affect the way you view things and the way you act. But affect doesn't mean govern and so as long as you're still concious..." she shrugged.

Baby steps, Mike. I mean I have my issues but I'm dealing with them just enough to get close to you. Do what you can, one foot in front of the other.

Mike smiled a little wider, putting his arm around her as they looked off the bridge. "Still, I could just act like a bungee jumper without a cord... make the news as a "try to figure this out" entry."

Daria laughed loudly.

"Tricity would kill you. And if I'm not mistaken, didn't you say you were on her 'shit-list'?"