"So you're telling me you were raised in the foster system?" My hot American date Luke, says to me.

"Is there a problem with it?" I ask him.

"No its just hard to believe, I always thought people coming out of the foster system had a harder time at making their life a success." Luke says as he looks at me.

"I'd hardly call being a waitress, trying to complete my degree a success. If you referring to the fact that I'm not messed up upstairs a success, then okay." I say as I look out at the Siene river.

"Although it makes sense." He says as he leans over on the bridge as well.

"What?" I ask him.

"Besides your features not looking French, you're nothing like the French woman. You're a breathe of fresh air. Since I moved here, this is the first time I'm meeting someone like you." He takes my face with his hand.

"Don't go badmouthing the French. I may not be a native but I was bred here. They taught me everything, about life and love and everything in between." I say as I pull my face away.

"Is your name French? Where is it from?" He asks me as we watch the sunset cruises pass below us on the river.

"I don't know. All I know is this is my home. Right over there, that's where they found me, in a basket. Ever since then, the French has taken care off me as their own." I point at the spot that I was told I was found. In a basket, a note with my name on it and a pendant necklace, which I never go without.

"So that's why you brought me here?" He smiles at me.

"No. I've never left France, but I know this must be the most beautiful sunset in the world." I say as I look out.

Just beneath us, a boat cruise passes us and I look at the young family on it. The mother and father has their hands full with three little ones eagerly looking out on the river and running from side to side of the boat.

As they go to get their other two kids who ran to the other side of the boat, the other little boy falls in the river.

All the passengers on the boat start freaking out, especially the parents and the father jumps in. He goes down, comes back up, frantic. He goes down again, a little longer this time, and comes back up, shouting that he can't find him.

Something in me, pushes me to help. I throw my bag on the floor, and get on the bridge.

"Samara!" Luke shouts out as I jump in.

When I get into the water, I move so quickly through it. I've never been able to do this, but my need to save him must be giving me some supernatural abilities.

I see the father in the surface of the water, trying to see where his son is and sees me move through the water as a fish. I must be underwater for at least 2 minutes already, but my chest isn't burning and I don't feel the need to come up for air.

I look down and I see the little boys body sinking to the bottom. I swim to him almost at lightning speed and grab him, heading back up to the surface.

Just as I reach the surface with the little boy in my arms, another boat is seconds away from knocking us.

I lift my hand up, trying to shield us from the impact and red magic escapes from my palm, lifting the boat up in the air. As I look at my hand, the onlookers are also looking at us and the boat in midair. I drop my hand to the side and the boat drops, next to the other boat, away from us.

I swim to the boat where the boy fell off from and hand the father his son. He helps me up.

"How did you do that? I looked for him everywhere, I couldn't get to him?" He asks me.

"I guess I'm a really good swimmer." I say to him, trying to make sense of everything that just happened.

The boys mother is trying to resuscitate him and the rest of the boat crowd closes in on us.

"How did you stay underwater so long?" Another bystander asks me.

"As I've said. I'm an excellent swimmer." Not believing a word I'm saying myself. I've never done something like that.

"How did you?" The father points at my hand and the boat that I somehow lifted in midair and dropped it.

"Now that I didn't do. Call it what you will, an unexplainable natural phenomenon that happened, or the God's has been gracious to us. Thank them, not me. That wasn't me." I say shaking my head, that couldn't have been me.

"His not waking up!" The boys mother wails.

The father starts frantically doing CPR on him. I look at the little boy, whom I tried to save, laying there, lifeless. What a sweet little face. He doesn't deserve this.

I take his hand and hold it. As I'm holding his hand my chest starts burning from what I assume is the reaction my body is giving off after being in the water for so long.

I see a spark of red light leave my hand and travel into his. I immediately leave his hand to look at mine, and the spark is gone.

All of a sudden, I hear him coughing out water.

"His alive! My boy is okay!" The mother shouts out as she grabs her son in an embrace.

"I don't know who you are, or how you did that, but we are eternally grateful for you." The father says to me as he grabs my hand.

"Is this boat going to dock soon? I need to get off." I ask the man steering in French.

"Just a second mademoiselle." He replies in French.

The passengers on the boat come up to me and shake my hand until the boat docks.

As soon as it does, I rush off through the crowd and Luke is waiting for me.

"How the hell did you do that?" He asks me.

"I'm just a great swimmer." I say to him.

"You must be an Olympic swimmer, even better to have pulled that off. Besides that, how did the other boat," He points in the air gesturing what it did.

"That, wasn't me. I don't know what that was. Now if you'd excuse me, I'd like to get home. I'm exhausted." I say to him as I rush away from him.

"You need me to take you to the hospital? You were under the water quite long." He shouts out.

"I'm fine thank you. As I've said, I'm just tired. I'll call you." I say as I wave him off and run to my apartment.

When I get to my apartment, I shut the door and collapse behind it.

"How the fuck did I do that?" I ask myself.

I must be dreaming. There must be a perfectly logical explanation to all of this. I look at my hands and run to my room. Taking all my clothes off and looking in the mirror. Trying to see if there is any red light or sparks anywhere else. Nothing. My body looks the same as it did before.

I do the same movements with my hands as I did before, and nothing. Not a spark, nothing.

"It must have been a dream." I say to myself.

I take my hand and slap my face as hard as I can.

"Fuck." I shout out from the excruciating sting.

I get into the shower and my mind is still running wild.

I get out, put on underwear and a t shirt and climb under the covers, convinced that when I get wake up, this will be all over.

I hear my roommate, Clara struggling with her keys at the door. She finally opens the door.

"Samara! Are you here?" She shouts out.

"Oui." I say from under the covers.

"I thought you covering my shift for me, what are you doing back so soon?" I ask her.

"Fuck the shift. I thought I was covering for you for a date. Not, what the hell happened?" She asks me, her eyes bewildered.

"What? It was a date." I tell her, pretending to not know what she's talking about.

She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the bed, taking me to the TV.

"That! It's on every news channel." She says as she flips the channels and the entire incident is replaying on every channel.

'Hero woman saves a boy from Drowning.' 'Supernatural forces stops boat from crushing them and floats midair before returning on the water', reads some of the captions.

"So that really happened." I say as I look at the screen, in complete shock.

"How?" Clara asks me.

"I don't know. I just had an urge and acted on it. It's never happened to me before." I say as I inspect my hands one last time.

"Who are you, really?" She asks me, also inspecting my hand.

"I don't know." I reply. Terrified.