Exile concentrates on the alarm clock and as he does, a thin light green beam emerges from them and strikes the alarm clock, focusing on it until it is no larger than that of a common garden pea. Exile briefly turns back over mumbling as he does and pulls the covers back on him, before the realisation of what he had done hits him and he immediately perks up and picks up the alarm clock between his thumb and fore finger.
Intrigued, Exile uses his super vision to observe it closely, a tiny brass alarm clock with a miniture bell that can only be heard if you hold it close. Exile puts it back on the desk and focuses on it once more, willing it to grow and as he does a thick purple beam strikes it and it enlarges back to it's usual size and it's normal volume.
Exile strikes the top of the alarm to shut it up and ponders on what to do.
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