I passed through the crowd under the cover of invisibility.  I wasn’t sure yet, exactly, what I could do with this power—all the obvious options seemed to be nefarious ones.

Invisibility is a villain’s attribute, isn’t it…

If I don’t intend to eavesdrop—if I don’t intend to peep—if I don’t intend to steal… after a point it just gets to be… just about the experience of passing unseen, not the utility.

It was a powerful, lonely feeling.  No eye contact, no being spoken to—like not even sharing the same space with the crowd—we were ghosts in each other’s space.