in a yellow wood
I'm real. [She affirms it again for whatever good that does coming from the delusion.]
...I haven't tried yet. [But of course she can, right? Still, the question stirred up some anxiety in her as she reaches out with her other hand toward one of his cabinets. She touches it at first—solid under her fingers. Triggering her powers, she pushes her fingers against the panel and to her horror they meet resistance. The panel pushes back with equal force just like it should if she weren't a mutant.]