Parker stood in the center of his room, glaring at the random objects scattered around. His eyes locked on a stray pen on his desk. It was nothing, just a pen, but it suddenly felt like his greatest enemy.
"Alright," he muttered, cracking his neck. "You're just a pen. I can do this. Easy peasy."
He took a deep breath, planting his feet firmly on the ground, and extended a hand toward the pen like he was about to use the Force or something.
At first, when he first tried nothing had happened.
No twitch, no wiggle, no freaky supernatural glow. Just like before when the compass sitting there, mocking him silently.
But this time it was bound to be different on the first try, or rather the second try.
Parker clenched his jaw, narrowing his eyes. "Okay, focus. Connect with it or whatever. Feel it like… part of me. A thread. Yeah, a thread."
