Peter had moved around to see two girls dancing, and what he thought was making kissy faces at each other.  They were both hot, of course any girl making kissy faces at another was going to be hot to him right now, but this was unusual and right in front of his face.  He watched from the back of the crowd with a wide smile on his face, Maria was nowhere to be seen but this was more than adequate for amusement.  When they pulled the guy close to the table he watched in fascination, living a slight fantasy through the guy and wondering if he could ever be that forward with a girl.<br/><br/>When the doors crashed open he faded into the back of the crowd, thinking it was the police saw the soldiers and knew something was not right.  Each of them was armored, armed, and with faces covered.  "Shit," he said to himself as the soldiers advanced, wondering what he should do.  Sure, he was a mutant, he came to grips with that years ago with all the prejudice about, mostly ignoring the press about it and just laughing whenever anyone brought them up.  No one he knew of had seen a mutant, other than Peter, and he didn't advertise it.<br/><br/>Stepping back Peter felt the wall behind him and with a deft motion he pushed back, the world switching to a white haze.  A realm of reverse shadow where figures and structures were all like glass.  He could see the edges, the inside of things as faded lines, or as vaporous images, as of a double negative with each room layered on the other and he could see the movement of everything to the edge of the building.  The wall was nothing to him now, it was a slight pressure on what would be his skin but instead he moved through it and into the next room.<br/><br/>A scream as he turned, Peter called it the ghost form, he had seen it.  Taking a video of himself once, deleting it soon after just in case.  He looked like a ghost, a white vaporous, transparent figure, his features blanked and without depth.  Just like an apparition, a form without feature.  Yet the ghost vision did the same to him.  The world was transparent, white, and like some see through 3d image where most of the detail was lost.  Yet he could see white forms move through the halls as people tried to run or get out.<br/><br/>Seeing a girl point at him from the room he just entered the scream stopped him, as she pointed two of the soldiers came into the room.  Turning and floating back to the room he had come from saw the figures of two dancers getting ready to fight.  Hovering near them in ghost form he held out his hands, collecting electricity in them in case he needed to use it.  Usually he gave people small shocks, like static electricity, or raised peoples hair, but with enough time and the right touch it would be like a taser.<br/><br/>"Dammit," he said in a voice that sounded hollow, with a slight crackle to it, "they are everywhere."