He was running late, it was a typical morning, you’ve seen it in films. Tie loose, toast in mouth as he hunts for his keys. He was a typical man, boring, mundane. But he had a secret, he didn’t need keys, not really, it was all for show.

He acted like this every morning, so his wife wouldn’t know anything was up, but since he’d developed telekinesis, things had changed.

Opening doors with no key was just the beginning. He could doze off at work and continue working with his unconscious mind. It was a kind of magic, the magic mundane.