-Being caught, and handcuffed, and led outside to the dozens of officials. Waiting long enough for them to see me, then turning invisible, phasing through my handcuffs and flying off, just to see the look on their faces.

-Being at a Tori concert with small group of people, being able to sit just a few feet away from her and her piano. She had wild curly hair and seemed sad. When we hugged her at an intermission, she didn't hug us like she used to, she didn't get very close. I woke up with one song she'd been singing stuck in my head, it was one I'd never heard before.