[ WP ] You possess an ability to turn off one or more of your senses to heighten the others . Today is the day you make a mistake .

Wind swayed the branches, and I could hear the sound of each individual leaf fluttering against the others. I watched a beetle crawl through a crevice in the bark of a tree nearly a hundred yards away. Each individual speck of dust and pollen floating in the sunbeams was visible. 
 
 But my super-hearing and super-sight were n't doing the job this time. The police had no leads, and search parties came up empty. The little girl had been missing for six days now, and there was no sign of her or her kidnappers. Even with *all* of my other sense turned off, it was n't enough. 
 
 So I turned on smell instead of hearing. There's always a jarring moment when a sense comes back on and the others dull. My eyes glazed over and refocused, and now that tree across the field was just another brown trunk. The sounds of tires on asphalt from the highway over a mile away fell silent. And I experienced that pang of regret that I always feel when my senses are diminished, like I was losing something. It's hard to take a step back once you've gotten used to having the eyes of an eagle. 
 
 But smell opened up. With one deep breath, I was aware of every animal that had gone through this field in the past week. I could smell the tire factory in town. I could smell my morning's breakfast like it was still in front of me. And now, I could smell the girl. 
 
 I held her sweater in my hand, which she'd worn the day that she went missing. Just sniffing it caused me to picture her more clearly than the photo in my wallet. And more importantly, I could detect traces of her scent still clinging to the tall grass. 
 
 I took off running like a bloodhound after a rabbit. A human can sprint around 20 miles per hour for a few minutes until lactic acid starts to build up in the muscles and becomes unbearable. But if you turn off your sense of touch and ca n't feel pain, you can sprint for *hours* on end. I followed the scent through the forest, into a dense thicket of pines leading up toward the mountains. It grew stronger with each minute. 
 
 I reached a ranch of some sort, though there were no cows in sight. I sprang over the barb wire fence, not noticing the bloody scratches on my leg. That's the downside to turning off a sense: it can get you into trouble pretty easily. I'd have to get that treated as soon as I rescued the girl. This was definitely the place; her scent was everywhere. 
 
 Using my super sight, I could see dusty floral-patterned curtains behind the grimy glass windows. But there was no way to look inside. I turned off'smell;' now that I was here, there was no use for it. My hearing jumped again, and I could hear footsteps across creaking floorboards from inside. At least two men, pacing back and forth. There was another snoring softly from in one of the bedrooms. And the whimpers of pain came from the girl on the floor of the house's living room. 
 
 I burst through the door, ready to rescue her. Two shotgun blasts caught me straight in the chest, and I went reeling back out onto the porch. I could n't feel the pain, but that would n't stop me from bleeding out. Blood gushed from my chest and into the dust, making a sticky red paste. 
 
 I lost control of my ability. Pain came flooding back into my mind, hitting me like a semi-truck. I could smell and taste the metallic tang of the puddle of blood. And my common sense came back too. `` Should have called the police instead of rushing in,'' I chided myself with my last breath.
