On her way out of the kitchen, Atropos noticed that most people had left the restaurant, which was odd since the food here was so good. One of the waiters had even left a serving plate full of take-out boxes of food, and Atropos willed one of the boxes to fly over to her hands. She grabbed a pair of chopsticks with which to eat the food, and then waved her hand at the door to the building. The door shattered, sending splinters everywhere, and Atropos stepped out onto the sidewalk. She noticed a few people examining the dead body in the street, and the broken vehicle still running but stranded a few yards away, but upon seeing Atropos they all fled. She paused for a moment to scratch her head, wondering what everyone was so afraid of.

Nightshade then opened the take-out box, and saw that it was full of chow mein. She tried to use the chopsticks to get the food to her mouth, but she wasn't very good at it and relied heavily on telekinesis to make sure the food actually got there and didn't fall onto the ground. While she was eating the stir-fried noodles, someone dropped out of the sky. He walked past the shattered car, raising his eyebrow when he saw the dead body in the driver's seat, and then walked by the dead body in front of the Chinese restaurant, which was covered in shattered glass from the window it was thrown through. It also had its head on backwards, a likely cause of death.

The man then looked up and saw Atropos, calling out to her. "Did you see what happened?" he asked politely, from the middle of the street. He walked over to the other side, where Atropos was leaning against the wall of the restaurant. She looked up to face the man, noodles hanging out of her mouth. Her box of chow mein was hovering in front of her, and she was holding a chopstick in either hand. As the figure approached, she slurped up the noodles, and put one of her hands underneath the take-out box.

"See what?" she replied. The man glanced behind him at the dead man. "Oh, him. I think he died. He flew through this window here," Atropos said, pointing at the window with a soy sauce covered chopstick. "And the car. It crashed." The car clearly hadn't crashed; it was still sitting in the middle of the street (albeit spread through both lanes), and there weren't any obvious dents or scratches in the chassis. "It also exploded," Atropos said, turning back to her food. The man looked back down the street at the car, noticing that it hadn't exploded. Just as he turned his head back to face Atropos, the car suddenly burst into flames, a huge fireball sending bits and pieces of shrapnel into the air. All that was left of the toasted and bent frame of the car was flipped over and burning in the street.

Atropos was occupied again with the chow mein, shoving noodles into her mouth. The man continued to watch her, clearly suspicious of something. She held the box out to him, silently offering to share if he was hungry.