At first, Darwin thought he was daydreaming. It wouldn't be unusual for him, even when paired with a headache. So, he had shrugged off the weird, blurry images in his head, and gotten medication for migraines, and that was that. He assumed that would be the end of it, and he wouldn't have to deal with head-splitting pain while he was at work anymore. That had been made a void assumption, though, as they soon got worse, and the images got clearer. Doctors said there was nothing wrong with him, and that it might just be stress. He was pretty sure they thought he was faking it or something, but that was a story for another time. It was around the 4th month of it that he finally accepted that no, this wasn't normal, and there was something odd about it. He saw places vividly that he hadn't even been before, and confirmed they looked exactly as they showed in his head after he made trips to them. It was really confirmed when things started to happen the exact way he saw them, too. That was when he began to think they were 'visions' instead of 'day dreams'. Even with this new information, he didn't know what to do with it. At all. It was cool, sure, but he'd really rather not deal with the pain, even if it meant losing this new superpower. So, he tried to lose it. It didn't work. If anything, it made them more violent. So, he gave up, in a way. He just accepted he'd have headaches from hell for the rest of his life. He also decided to try and use it to his benefit, or use it for SOMETHING. That 'something' came up after the visions themselves became more violent. He saw people dying, and he decided to see if he could change that. And that led him to the current moment. There was a woman walking down the sidewalk in front of him. She was going to die by gunshot in a minute or so if he didn't do something. He didn't know the exact time of death or anything, but he guessed a minute was at least close. So, keeping this in mind, he decided to try and get her in a building or something. While that might not work as well as he wanted, it was worth the shot, no pun intended. So, he approached her. "Miss? Miss. Hey! Are you paying attention? Christ!" He said, tugging on the blonde's arm a bit "Can you come with me a moment? Seriously. A moment! In a store, public place, I ain't doing anything." He didn't wait for a reply, as he knew she would protest, so he moved and pulled her into a shop. She seemed confused, and didn't seem to know what to do, and that actually helped him out. He dragged her to the back of the store, before realizing he'd have to make an excuse for dragging her back here. He grimaced a bit to himself, before deciding that no, he wasn't doing that, he was just going to exit the damn building and leave her there. He had done his part; he now had to see if it would change anything. So, rather quickly, he walked away from her and out the door, peering around the area to see if he could spot the almost-murderer.