I scan the crowd for Mr. Volts as I touch down at 6:15 P.M. in bright, electric Tokyo. All I see are a million citizens walking through the grand city.  I think of Mr. Volts again. This time, my mind tells me Japan, but it's more precise this time. It tells me: Behind you. I whip around and am knocked out by Mr. Volts's sharp electricity.

I wake up in a gloomy room. I attempt to use my telekinesis to move something, but before I can, I am met with a familiar face. It's the face that was outside my window in the weird scientist's lab. The very man that made a crucial mistake by emptying his bladder. This man was stopping my powers. And this time, there's a 2-liter bottle next to him. I'm gonna need some assistance.