[Tacitus]

The hot pink mist that was Mindblaze slowly settled over the homeless man, his aim, for once, not to kill, but to simply regain some strength. Even as the first of the mists touched the man a flood of red passed through the cloud, slowly filling it through. Even if for some reason the homeless man was dead, the stored chemical energy in his body would be able to be a weak support, but if living just a single taste of his soul would thrust Mindblaze back to a level where he would at least be able to take solid form. Regardless, Mindblaze slowly pulled away, now focusing his disembodied sight upon the tracks as his ghostly voice floated through the area, "The tracks...are they powered?"