<span style="font-weight: bold">"Are you a witch? Is that how those strange lanterns turned on?"</span>Zero asked, and Emily laughed a bit. Only in her dreams. "Well, no, it's not magic or anything like that. It's a sound-detecting lightswitch. When I clap my hands, the mechanism detects the clap of my hands and turns the light on for me." She explained, not noticing her phone vibrating in the other room. Zero seemed confused by her question.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I'm not sure... I have never started such a question with a beautiful female before."</span>He said, and Emily's face flushed a bit. She smiled at the comment, and listened.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I'm eighteen. I come from a small town that is way in the past compared to this very large town. I don't know if any of the skills I know would get me a job in this society. I'm single as well. And I can do awesome stuff with this power of mine. Oh! And I have an angled Z shaped birthmark on my forehead beneath my hair."</span>, he explained. Emily nodded, but already knew all of the things about him which he had just stated.<span style="font-weight: bold">"What kinds of things do you enjoy doing?"</span>, Zero asked.<br/><br/>Emily was about to say something, but stopped herself. What<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>she enjoy doing that Zero would understand? She would eventually have to show him. "Well, I usually sit around in my house all day and play around on my computer or watch TV." She said, then realised just how empty her life was without any sort of job or anything. It was something which had occurred to her before, but she never really thought about it until now. Her life was too easy. "What kind of things do you like to do?", she asked in reply. There was a dinging noise in the other room, and she remembered her phone. "Hang on...", she said, and got up from her seat and exited the kitchen.<br/><br/>Taking the iPhone from the table and turning on the screen, she saw that someone had left a message. It wasn't someone she particularly liked. His name was Jeremy, and he had been interested in Emily for awhile now. He would call her over and over again, and each and every time she would ignore or hang up on him. Letting out a small groan, she deleted the message before she listened to it, and pocketed the phone. She entered the kitchen and sat down once more. "Sorry about that, just a minor disturbance... You were saying?"