Some might well have no idea what triggers were, or they might have bought into one of the various other theories out there, some intentionally obscuring the truth. Well, the screaming should have given them pause, but that might have been balanced out by the fact that they felt especially powerless at this time in particular.
I’d spent a fair portion of my time post-trigger and especially in the hospital, thinking about it. That had been flight, and my flight was more or less untouched. As with the tree, all of my powers were up and active as I reached out in the car’s direction. I was supporting her weight, but it wasn’t easy to do it from a strength perspective with my feet on the ground, and it wasn’t easy to stay steady while flying.
Phantom hands dug into the metal of the car’s body, invisible fingers stabbing through. If I had any control over those limbs, it wasn’t something that lent itself to fine touches.
I dropped to the street, using a pulse of my aura to get people’s attention. It reached its maximum height, and then forked, the upper half splitting out into two equally thick portions, a giant ‘Y’ shape.
Some stopped to look, while others ducked low, as if instinct drove them to shy away from the perceived threat. Each branch then forked into two, and forked into two again.