Miranda had never hated silence that much.
It pressed against her from every direction, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the occasional drip of water somewhere inside the tunnel.
She sat against the cold stone wall with one knee drawn up, absentmindedly tapping her fingers against it. Nothing.nNot even a spark.
A bitter laugh escaped her.
“Great.”
She had never truly appreciated her powers until they were gone.
Almost instinctively, she reached for the familiar feeling she had relied on for years, trying to picture herself changing into someone else.
Anything. Petal. Adam. Tina. Even Gwen.
Nothing happened. She wasn’t surprised though. Christopher had made it painfully clear before disappearing.
She had taken his place. His appearance, his prison and apparently, his limitatio
