Robert rounded the corner onto the beach. He could literally see his house, and most of all, he could see the blood stating to drip from his arm onto the sand. Robert stopped and stared at the bay. He put his hand on his arm and squeezed it hard. It was just so painful. Robert fell to his knees in frustration and agony. A single tear fell from his cheek onto the wound, which surprisingly made it worse. But from the light of the full moon, he could just faintly see small bubbles boiling up from the scar and the skin on his arm being pulled back into place and healing shut. Before he knew what the heck had just happened, Robert's pain left him, and he was just left with a bloody arm. He blinked, and then without any second thoughts, he ran over to the edge of the water and submerged his whole hand under its cooling surface. He wiped all the blood clean from his arm, and when he was done, he shook most of the water off. He examined his hand. It was spotless. For all that anyone could tell, he was just fine, but Robert of course knew that something was wrong. Well, maybe not wrong, just weird, different. Did he just heal himself? Was Detreel right? Did he have powers?