"I'm supposed to be able to manipulate magnetic fields and have telekinesis, but I haven't figured out how to do it yet. Dan said. There was a rising level of tension in his voice. Frustration, too. "Hold on, I'll be right back. I'm going to go see if I can find a compass", he continued, and scampered quickly out of the room.<br/><br/>Moments later, Gerhard heard a wild cackle, muffled slightly by the thick heavy fabric of the tent, then the awkward clearing of a throat, followed finally by Dan's return. There was something utterly comical about how the guy jerked his way around everywhere. it was almost like Mr. Zuine was incapable of acting decisively at anything.<br/><br/>Gerhard thought as much, and spoke aloud, "Haven't you acted decisively at anything in your life?" That caught Dan's attention. Gerhard continued, "Look, come over here. Give me that piece of metal." Dan did so, and Gerhard held it up to the light. It was a simple piece of metal, rounded and smooth. It could have been a washer, except it had no circular opening in the center.<br/><br/>Gerhard turned back to Dan, "I bet you second guess yourself even when trying to use your abilities, right? You keep thinking to yourself, 'how is it going to work' or 'am I doing it right?', blah blah blah." Gerhard then moved in closer to Dan, and slapped the little circular metal thing onto his wrist. He then looked directly into the young man's eyes, "What you need is the certainty of knowing that, if you will it, it<span style="font-weight: bold">will</span>happen."<br/><br/>Gerhard sat back once more on his side of the sofa. He moved up and down on the cushion, making himself comfortable. "Now then..." he said and waved his hand to indicate the metal saucer. "They've implanted their little chip, and you're still alive, so the operation<span style="font-weight: bold">was</span>successful, and so you do have the ability. If you get up from that spot without having made that washer move..." Gerhard slowly unsheathed his 14-inch hunting knife. He twirled it expertly between his fingers for a bit, and then placed the tip thoughtfully underneath his chin.<br/><br/>"Well... I'll just have to slit your throat. Don't worry though. I believe in you, Dan. Good Luck."