One night at 8 pm I was at my restaurant in winter.I was bored so I decided to picture my way home. I consentrared on every bump, curves all the detail I could remember. I made it to the front door of my apartment and stoped.

Went back to work. Closed down at midnight. When I got home that night. My two roommates asked what I was dooing at 8 o'clock. Playing innocent asked them why. They said they felt my presence so strong they got up and opened the door to let me in.