The next day found the Seer in a nicer part of town. Actually it found him asleep on a sofa in a strange house in a nicer part of town. He yawned, stretched, and looked around him. Then he leaped off the sofa in shock. Where was he? A split second later he realised two things; he was nude (he grabbed a blanket from the sofa) and he had a hangover (he grabbed his head and sat down). Then things started to come back to him. He remembered going into a pub and drinking an unfeasible number of pints. There was some conversation he'd had with someone about whether or not superpowers were worth having... oh God, and he'd challenged someone to try and hit him!
He was trying to sort out what had happened next, when he saw someone walk into the room. He had just worked out it was the person he'd challenged to hit him, when they seemed to walk into the room again, and he realised that Seeing and hangovers were not a good mix.
"Morning, how's the head?" The man looked at him in sympathy. "You really were steaming last night. Is that normal for someone with superpowers?" He chuckled at the Seer's expression. "No, you didn't exactly tell me, although it wasn't that hard to guess from what you were saying. And I didn't try to hit you like you wanted, but some idiot behind you tried, and you laid him out with your elbow without even looking. It all adds up."
He passed the Seer a glass of water and a couple of aspirins. "This'll help." He laughed. "When you clipped that bloke you got his pint right down your back. I found your clothes in a pile this morning, so I put them in the wash. Here they are, just about dry now." He handed the Seer a small bundle of clothes. "Your bag is there by the sofa. See you in a minute, ok?" The Seer stared in bewilderment as the man left the room. After a moment he swallowed the aspirins and drank the water, then dressed as quickly as his spinning head allowed and picked up his bag.

A couple of minutes later he walked out of the room into a hall. Voices came through a nearby doorway, so he looked through. The man and a woman were sitting at a kitchen table, and looked up as he walked in.
"Ah, there you are! Cup of tea?"
He nodded dumbly, then put his bag down by a chair and sat at the table.
"I, uh..." he said, "I'm sorry... I don't know who you are. I don't even know who *I* am." He felt miserable.
"Hey, we know. Don't worry! I didn't tell you much last night because I needed to see more of your abilities." He stuck a hand out. "I'm Frank, Frank Dawes, and this is my wife Jen." Jen smiled. "You are - the Seer, right? You still don't remember anything else?"
"Yes. Err, no, nothing." The Seer shook his hand, still confused.
"Well, maybe we can help." Frank looked at Jen, then continued. "Let me explain. I'm the director of a technical research institute, and Jen is in charge of our, ah, less quantifiable projects."
Jen broke in. "I've been investigating paranormal abilities. Not the silly poltergeist variety - to be blunt, we're interested in superpowers. So far everything has been theoretical, but if what Frank says about you is true..." She leaned forward. "If you really do have superpowers we'd like to find out how they work, if you'd let us."

The Seer held up a shaky hand. Things were all going too fast for him. He stood up and leaned against a kitchen cabinet, putting one hand on the surface to steady himself. His head still felt terrible, and for a moment he just concentrated on trying to hold down the throbbing. Strangely enough it appeared to work; he seemed to be getting steadily better moment by moment as he stood there, although he did seem to have developed a faint buzzing, crackling sound in his ears. He rubbed his eyes with his right hand, then took a deep breath and looked over at Frank and Jen. "Well, I..." He stopped. They were staring at him with their mouths open. To be more precise, they were staring at his left hand, on the kitchen surface. He looked down at his hand then let out a yell. It was resting a few inches away from an electricity outlet, and a glaringly bright lightning bolt was flickering across the gap from the wall to his fingers. He leaped back, holding his hand to his chest and expecting immense pain to hit him at any moment, but all that happened was the flow of power broke and the faint background crackling sound disappeared. Then he realised he felt - fine! His hangover had gone, and he felt supremely alert, with the kind of faint buzz which comes from a large mug of *really* good coffee.

Jen was on her feet and around the table by this time, but she paused a short distance away from him. The Seer smiled.
"It's ok, I didn't - won't - electrocute anyone." He realised he'd seen this scene already just a couple of seconds before and guessed why she hesitated. Jen began going on excitedly about power sources and incredible phenomena as she examined him. She took his pulse, peered at his left hand, and seemed about to pull down his lower eyelids to inspect his eyes when Frank put a hand on her shoulder.
"Dear, give him a chance to breath! Even if he's perfectly well now I'm sure he's still coming to terms with the way he is."
"Damn right," the Seer thought. He sat down and took a sip of his tea. He didn't feel tired, he didn't feel hungover, and he didn't even feel hungry. He did feel rather incredibly confused, but he was beginning to realise these people just might be able to help him figure things out.

A little later on he had agreed to at least go see Frank and Jen's lab, and the three of them stepped out of the front door into a quiet, tree-lined suburban London street. There was a sudden flurry of wings over their heads, and the Seer took a neat step sideways then carried on down the path. Frank started cursing and wiped his shoe on a nearby tuft of grass; he'd been hit on the foot.
Meanwhile, on a window ledge two stories above, the pigeon was cursing too. He knew he should just forget it and get on with his life, but there was something about the casual way that young man avoided his missiles that really got to him. With a coo of rage he flapped off to eat something *really* nasty.

EEWWW!

MUTT AND JEFF - SCARY OR WHAT?

SO IS THE SEER NORMALLY RECHARGEABLE?

AND ARE FRANK AND JEN ON THE LEVEL?

You'll find out shortly after I do, on... Superguy!