As much as Sam had thought about his own abilities and that of the other psychic kids, he'd never thought about the powers in the way that Andy had just outlined. He gave a small nod of agreement, his look of seriousness intensifying. Was Andy right? Had their initial powers all been chosen?
Sam moved his foot as Andy put down his bong, a hand reaching out to keep the thing from falling over. The smell of Andy's vice filled the interior of the van and Sam discreetly rolled down the window an inch to get some air. His expression melted into one of confusion when Andy's only reply to his worries was the word noted. A frown settled on his lips as he regarded his friend. Either Andy was as high as he wanted to be or he really didn't see how dangerous they could be. "Andy, you understand what I'm saying, right?" Sam asked, looking out at him from underneath knit eyebrows.
Andy's question caught him off guard and for a moment all he could do was stare at him. Then Sam sighed. "There's always a choice, Andy. We make the decisions."