Rufus had been out of sorts since arriving in the dome, although in a different way than the other mutants within it appeared to be. He was struggling to use his abilities in a way that was different from usual; never very handy when it came to the powers he had been gifted with after the vaccination, Rufus had initially assumed it was poor control.
Yet, he seemed to be struggling more now than ever. Why was he falling backwards?
Sitting on the floor of his apartment, Rufus had his head rested in his hands, eyes closed and mind bouncing around erratically from one thought to another. He had no idea how long he had been sat there, whether it was hours or minutes. Yet the knock and the muffled sound of his father's voice was enough to pull him from them, and he pushed slowly from the floor.
The door was pulled open abruptly, and Rufus found himself staring at Reuben. "Yes, father?"