She ran at half speed, which was still twice as fast as a race car, around the main concourse, running up walls and over ticket booths. Grand Central was empty. No Vector. No flying-fish girl. No Mirror in or out of morph.

Suspecting a trick, she blew down through the dining level, raced through kitchens, ran through the subway station; in all, she spent an interminable five minutes carefully searching the place at hyperspeed.

Hero, Chapter 34