She turned the key; the engine clicked, but refused to start. Max was immediately by her side. "Did you give it gas?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Let me try," he said as Liz moved over.

Max turned the key. Still nothing but a click.

"I'll fix it," Isabel offered, taking a position in front of the open hood. Raising her hand, she used her powers on the engine, and then nodded to Max.

This time, there was a loud snap, then the familiar clicking sound.

Max jumped out of the car and tried again.

Nothing.

Michael weighed in.

Then Max and Isabel tried together.

Michael was shaking his head, "Wow, once unleashed, our alien-powers are truly staggering.”

Kyle couldn't watch anymore and walked over to the front of the van, where Max, Michael, and Isabel were star- ing at the uncooperative engine.

"Let me try," Kyle said.

His three friends looked at him in surprise. Liz came around front and said, "Have you been feeling any… powers?”

"Why didn't you say something?" Max said.

Kyle gave an apologetic shrug and said, "Well, I wasn't ready to talk about it, but… well, I've been an auto mechanic for the last two years!”

For a minute, his friends looked at him in confusion; then, Max gave him an embarrassed smile. "Of course… sorry, Kyle," Max said as the others laughed.

Leaning down into the engine compartment, Kyle found himself laughing too. "Stand back, my auto mechanic powers are pretty incredible," he said.

Taking a quick look, Kyle shook his head. The 1960s VW van was a classic. It represented a whole generation of youth and idealism. It was also old.

"Where did Jesse get this thing?" he asked, turning to Isabel, whose only response was a scowl. Fair enough. I deserved that, he thought.