The bus was late again. The third time this week, and another blot against my name at the office. Only one thing for it—after years of keeping it hidden, it was time to unlock the power that had been handed down to me. Over the weekend, I brushed up on the necessary skills. Come Monday morning, I donned the requisite black hat, coat and gloves, waved goodbye to Salem the cat and flew off down the road. As I sped past the line of slow-moving vehicles, I whispered thanks to Grandma. The Norton hadn’t missed a single beat.