In his room Oleg stripped down from his work clothes and set them aside. He would need to put them back on later. His work day was not done by far. Really, he did not want to go to sleep for fear of what might come. A restless, fitful sleep complete with nightmares was not restful. And after some exposure to the rays of the yellow sun, Oleg felt like he was doing better. He no longer felt the debilitating effects of green Kryptonite and its after-effects. The young man thought his body had filtered it all out now, and that further exposure to the light would be beneficial.<br/><br/>He opened his curtains, and let the sunlight bathe his exposed body. His window faced the fields, and the angle ensured that no one would see the exposed flesh of his body anyway. Even through the window pane it felt. Yesterday, he had moved so incredibly fast. Oleg tried again, but nothing happened. Nothing spectacular, at any rate. There was no time dilation, no sense of everything slowing down. His muscles moved, but they did not do so with appreciably inhuman speed. Oleg flexed his hand in the sun light, and swept it around, cutting the air, but there were no special results.<br/><br/>A brief surge of disappointment surged through Oleg, and he lowered his hand to his side and he lumbered over to his bed. He drew back the covers and lay down, pulling them only back over his body enough to retain modesty if anyone barged into his room. When sleep came, it was as he feared it would be: nightmares, dark emotions, and frightful images played through his mind. A world where everyone carried green meteor rock filled his dreamscape, along with images of everyone he cared for dying while he was sprawled impotent on the ground.