"Hmm?" Chase asked as she drew him out of his daze. "Oh, I was just thinking about the possibilities," he stated vaguely, nodding when she told him he'd drive when she got tired.<br/><br/>For the next several hours, Chase considered teleportation. He took a small screwdriver from the toolbox in the back and tried to practice with it. Five or six hours passed and he still hadn't succeeded in teleporting it to his other hand. At this point, Nyx stopped the car and implied that it was his turn to drive.<br/><br/>"Right," he said absently, a thought occurring to him. He changed the position of his hands, so they were both palm up, instead of the one with the screw driver being closed and the other trying to mirror it. There was a small flash and a drop in pressure and suddenly, the small tool was resting on his other palm. "I can't believe," he started, "I wasted more than five hours trying to teleport this screwdriver into space that was already occupied. It's a physical impossibility: it would have had to fuze with my hand!" He'd felt dizzy for a moment after accomplishing this, but the sensation soon passed. It was then that he fully noticed the adorable, pleading face Nyx was giving him.<br/><br/>"Right, my turn.. sorry. Hey..." he paused. "Unbuckle your seat belt. I want to try something."