This height might have been an ideal vantage point, but Teddy couldn't help but wince at the blaring of car horns and squealing of tires as a hundred drivers were distracted by the unexpected sight of Stature. Gliding around her shoulders, eyes still on the bewildered crowd, he said, "Not yet, but he might get hit by a car at this rate. Here I was thinking I was going to have to throw one at him."
It wasn't just the possibility of car accidents that was making Teddy extra anxious, though. Still no Billy, and Times Square was only half of the clue. Maybe it wasn't even as straight forward as it seemed. -40 certainly wasn't. -40 what? Minutes? Feet? Crayons? With his wings beating frantically to keep him aloft, he covered his face with both his hands in frustration. It occurred to him that the Scarlet Witch might know-- the man had said he knew her, after all, and maybe the number was a reference to something they both knew. But calling her would be like admitting they weren't the heroes they claimed to be. And they were, so he and Cassie together were going to be able to solve this.