He couldn't have-- he wouldn't have-- he had. And all Naomi could do was stare as the crane lay helplessly beneath Jolt's giant foot, wondering just how he'd gotten there that quickly, and hoping that she was just imagining that he was here at all.

Hypno, she thought desperately. She could claim it was the other esper's influence, and that there wasn't really a humongous alien robot there, and--

Right, the mission. Sparing Jolt only the briefest of glances that gave away absolutely nothing, Naomi gathered up all of her psychokinetic power, exercising enough restraint to move the truck to a safer location, and then using the rest to yank the bridge up long enough for the cars to move. She held it there, the red glow around her intensifying, and then finally released it once she'd been given the okay from her supervisor that everyone was safe.