For a split second, he felt himself become… insubstantial. Not quite real. And then he was five feet ahead, having crossed the distance without actually walking it. Like reality had skipped frames of his movement.
Finn stumbled, catching himself against the wall as his heart lurched, pounding heavily from shock.
"What the hell?!"
He panted and stared at where he'd been standing just a second ago then at where he was now.
How did it even happen…? He thought, bewildered.
He pushed off the wall and tried to recreate it by thinking about lag, about frame drops, about glitching forward. He took a step forward and then…
Nothing. Just a normal step.
He tried again.
And again.
And again.
Five more attempts. But they were all failures.
Finn stopped, breathing harder than the physical exertion warranted. His mind raced, analyzing what had been different that first time.
I wasn't trying to make it happen, he realized.
