The school was empty for the summer, though the grounds were still filled with the students that lived there or came by to use the gym. Laying out in the sun, Randall lifted his hand up toward the sky. He stared at it for a long moment before flexing his hand, his skin rippling and disappearing. It stayed invisible for a short minute before flickering back into the visible world. Making a face, he rolled over, his face now buried in the grass.