Impulse stopped outside, at the neighbor's house, in what was to her mind a brilliant hiding place, behind a bush. However, this was really only brilliant to one of the Flash methodology of sneaking about as the bright red, white and yellow costume did not lend itself well to stealth, nor was the bush really healthy enough to lend itself well to cover.
Impulse pondered, looking over the house. Running through the house was easy enough, spying was easy enough, removing the ropes would be pretty easy, she just needed a diversion. Something like those giant monkey people dad and Mr. Allen were friends with, or a pizza delivery, but she wasn't entirely certain either of those things existed anywhere nearly as desolate and remote as Hoboken.
Impulse let out a breath and but her bottom lip. "Hrm... I don't wanna ask dad for help, he seemed to think I could handle it so..."