Saïx walked down the street, his hands in his pockets, as he listened to the light ruckuss caused by his powers. A thick New Yorker accent was permeating the city sounds. Saïx identified him immediately as Mr. Bosker, a deli shop owner with a heart problem, balding, and serious ED. "Can't wait to get away from all this." He turned a corner the same time a rather rushed taxi did and was promptly assailed with smoke from burned out tires.
Finally, he made it back to OLF headquarters. It wasn't exactly home, but then again to Saïx no place was really home as he didn't make careless attachments to places or people like that yet as a result he was the quiet one, the alien of the aliens. He never carried on a conversation with anybody and the most he'd ever said was two words - hello and goodbye. Saïx opened the front door and stepped across the threshold. He was in a new world now, his world, among others.