Andrew managed to make it to work with crashing his red truck. Despite being distracted by all the bright colors and waves that pretty well everything was giving off. Even though he had dimmed them with a thought, it was still there. He'd need to try and see if he could dim it further. If he even could. He wasn't sure of the extent that his new abilities could go. He just knew that he had them.<br/><br/>Andrew backed his truck in to the drive way of the Doherty's suburban dream house. They always left the driveway open for him so he didn't have to lug around all that heavy equipment so far. He appreciated the thought. He knew he could do it but he was like every other human being. He wanted an easier way. And that made it easier for him. He pulled down the stick in the truck and put it in to park and then killed the engine and watched as the waves of colors slowly dissipated from the engine and there was a light humming wave that looked similar to the heat lights that he saw in the shower.<br/><br/>Andrew got out of his truck and hopped down about a foot. It was lifted off the ground a lot like most trucks of its kind. He landed with a light thud, watching as a different color and wave type came out from under his shoe. He looked down at his feet puzzled for a moment and then stomped his foot relatively hard. There it was again. He walked slowly and he could see it still it was just harder to notice. He shook it off and walked to the front door and rapped on it, watching similar waves from his stomp spark off of the door.<br/><br/>Mr. Doherty answered the door. He was a tall man. Taller than Andrew who stood at six foot and one inch. He had salt and pepper hair and smooth, yet aged skin. He had noticeable crows feet at the edges of his eyes and he wore large horn rimmed glasses that suit him. He greeted Andrew with a smile, "Mr. Nolan, please come in." He said opening the door wider and holding an arm out. Andrew smiled and nodded walking past the man, "Thank you." He said pleasantly. He ignored all the bright and colourful waves that filled the room.<br/><br/>Mr. Doherty lead Andrew to the garage like he always did and opened it and then hit one of those automatic garage door openers so that Andrew could see his truck. The garage was empty. It had enough for space for probably four or five cars but they were temporarily parked on the street to make Andrew's life easier. They were very kind to him and he greatly appreciated that. They had him over for dinner a couple of times just to shoot the shit.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Mr. Doherty." Andrew said and walked to the back of his truck and opened up the back and pulled his tool box out first and walked back in to the house and in to the kitchen. It was a huge kitchen. Like what you'd expect to see in a rich guys house. Two stoves, big ass fridge, a long counter that bent around the corner in to an L and an island that had the sink and even more counter space. Then just empty space where their dinning area would be if the floors weren't bare.<br/><br/>Andrew put down his tool box and opened it, pulling out his measuring tape, a small notebook and a pencil. He bent the note book in half and put it in his back pocket and put the pencil behind his ear. He pulled out a length of the measuring tape and got down on his knees and began measuring the distance between the island and the counters and the edges of the room, marking the measurements down in his note book and fumbling the pencil in his mouth instead of behind his ear.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of that, he got to work. He brought in his tiling equipment and tiles and began slapping them on to the floor. Cutting where he needed to. Shaving spots he needed to. He was very careful and thorough. This was a delicate job. He got so in to it he barely noticed the colors of the waves that came off of certain objects or if he dropped something.<br/><br/>Unlike the deck, he got the tile floor done in a day. He had ripped up the tile floor the day before and came back today to lay it out. He rubbed his forehead, wiping some sweat away but leaving some dirt there from the cut tiles. It was done. Finished. He would just tell them to let it air out for a day. He stood up, collecting his tools. He brought them back to his truck and grabbed any left over tile and threw it in to the back as well. He slammed the trunk closed and headed back inside to tell Mr. Doherty that the tiling was done.<br/><br/>Andrew found Nr. Doherty already admiring the tile work. "You said to not put anything heavy on it for twenty four hours?" He asked, "Yes, sir." Andrew confirmed, stepping beside the man. Andrew stretched keeping his hands on his hips while he did so. "Is there anything else Mr. Doherty. Any touch ups on the floor you want me to do?" Andrew asked. Mr. Doherty shook his head, "You've done a fine job, kid." He said nodding at the floor. He walked in to the kitchen and Andrew noticed he was wearing bunny slippers. He had to hold back a laugh. The man reached in to the huge fridge and grabbed two beers and walked back over handing one to Andrew. "Thank you." Andrew said taking the beer and twisting off the top and drinking it with Mr. Doherty. They stood in relative silence until they were both about half way done the beers.<br/><br/>"You know," Mr. Doherty began.<br/><br/>"Mmm?" Andrew said turning his attention from the beer on to Mr. Doherty.<br/><br/>"I've been thinking about adding a new addition on to the house." Mr. Doherty continued and placed a hand behind Andrew's shoulder leading him outside on to the deck he had built. They had a massive backyard with plenty of space between them and the next house. Like two houses of space. Two large houses of space.<br/><br/>Mr. Doherty pointed to the left side of the house, about where their giant living room would be. "We've been thinking about adding a downstairs guest bedroom with a full bathroom. Is that something within your realm of talents?" He asked.<br/><br/>Andrew laughed, almost nervously, "Yeah. I mean. I'd need a couple of guys to help dig it and do the piping. The rest I could probably do with only an extra guy or two." He said tracing his fingers around the area with his finger.<br/><br/>"How much would it cost me?"<br/><br/>"How big do you want it?"<br/><br/>Mr. Doherty walked over to the spot, looked at the wall and then stepped back about a master bedroom size away. "This big," he gestured the length, "and take up the wall." He said.<br/><br/>Andrew looked for a moment, "Hmm." He said walking over standing next to Mr. Doherty.<br/><br/>"Oh and a room at the top too. I don't want it to look awkward protruding out of my house." Mr. Doherty added.<br/><br/>Andrew all but gasped, "Uhhh." He said trying to recalculate. "That's a big addition sir."<br/><br/>"I know."<br/><br/>"It'll be really expensive."<br/><br/>"Are you trying to talk me out of it?" Mr. Doherty mused.<br/><br/>"No, of course not. It's just, uh-"<br/><br/>"How much?"<br/><br/>"Like sixty five thousand, sir."<br/><br/>"Done." Mr. Doherty said pulling out a cheque book from his bathrobe and writing on it. He handed the cheque to Andrew, who took it slowly.<br/><br/>"Whoa. You don't need to give me so much." Andrew said looking from the cheque back at Mr. Doherty  He had wrote his a cheque for ten grand.<br/><br/>"Well I need to pay you for the kitchen floor. The rest is a nice bonus to help you find your guys." Mr. Doherty explained.<br/><br/>"Well, uhh-" Andrew began.<br/><br/>"You're welcome." Mr. Doherty said with a laugh, leading Andrew back inside.<br/><br/>"When do you want me back to do this?" Andrew asked, "I could probably scrounge up a couple guys in the next couple days." He added.<br/><br/>"Call me in two weeks." Mr. Doherty said leading Andrew to his truck. "Find talented kids like yourself. People you know will do a good job." He said.<br/><br/>Andrew stood next to his truck. "Of course, sir." Andrew said and Mr. Doherty nodded his good bye and disappeared back in to his house.<br/><br/>Andrew got in to his car still processing how much money he had just made. Working for wealthy people was great. He didn't even know this man was so rich. He shook off the thought and roared his engine to life again. The colors dancing all over the place again. Right. He had that thing he could do now.<br/><br/>Andrew looked at the clock. It was just after noon now. He went over what time he had fallen asleep at. Like five the day before. Jesus. That was weird. He never really thought about it until now. Maybe he'd go visit that doctor at the university after all. He had plenty of time to do it. He assumed the doctor would be there at least until three. So Andrew headed there. Well first he stopped off at the bank and picked up some food on the way.<br/><br/>Andrew arrived at the school at probably half past one. He parked in the visitor parking and got out looking for any signs. It was a big school with separated buildings all over the place. He didn't know which one to go to. So he designated which one was the biggest in his mind and went to that one. He walked around inside the large school for a bit until he found what he thought was the office of the building. He walked in an asked a tired lady for directions to Dr. Pope. She told him where it was and why building and he left.<br/><br/>Of course it wasn't the building he chose. That'd be too easy. Andrew made his way there relatively quickly stepping inside. He followed the directions he was given and came across a relatively long line. "Damn." He mumbled to himself, getting in to the line and looking at everyone. Most of them looked nervous. Like they had something. Something to keep secret like Andrew did.