Trevor made it through the door without hitting the frame. I'm getting better, He thought, life won't go on this way forever. The brief flash of joy was smothered quickly. His hand was firmly adhered to the doorknob. Fortunately there was no one else in the room. He grit his teeth and pulled, growling with annoyance, finally pulling himself free. His hoot of victory was cut short when he saw his hand still grasping the dorknob, strands of broken wires where his wrist once was.

Trevor sighed. The hand was demagnetized now, so he easily removed it, and trudged to his seat. Pulling out one of his hairs and licking it to make it glowing hot, he began to sodder his hand back on as he waited for the other students.