Mon was totally unsatisfied with the man's answer, and grew even more suspicious when he got up and left in a hurry. He did not even pay for his food, to the exasperation of the cashier, who tried to follow him out the door. The poor boy pulled and pushed on it, but it would not budge. Mon's fingers curled into a fist when she saw this. Oh, if she ever saw him again...<br/><br/>The cashier ran to the phone, presumably to call the police, but slammed the receiver down again in disgust. "What the --" he swore loudly. Glaring at Mon, the cashier stomped off into the kitchen of the cafe, probably to find another phone to use.<br/><br/>Left alone, Mon began to think about the the disappearance of that man. How could it be so coincidental that the door was stuck and the phone connection cut right after he left? No, he must have done something, but what? Mon had been watching him leave, but did not see him doing anything to jam the door... Could it be... Could<em>he</em>be...<br/><br/>Mon's eyes narrowed. To think she had come in such close proximity with another Super, and had not realised it. Who was he? One of the VoV? A member of VENOM? And more importantly, had he realised who she was? This cafe was not safe anymore. Scarfing down the rest of her bagel and lukewarm coffee, Mon left the money for her breakfast on the table. She had told the man the truth; she was running low on cash, but she had not yet stooped that low as to leave without paying.<br/><br/>The door was still stuck. Mon examined it carefully, but could not find anything in the hinge that could jam it. Then she noticed that both the rim of the door and its frame were both made of steel. Mon smiled grimly to herself, jumped through space-time to the other side the door, then walked away swiftly.