I could see Kenzie. She looked tiny, a singular lens dominating her mask. Her arms were very skinny, and her hands were buried in gauntlets that made each hand look the size of her head, each with a lens on the back. “There you are, as Optics. With camera hands?”

“I called them mugshots. They weren’t very good and they never let me use them outside of training. If you squint, you can see my flash gun.”

“I can. That’s really cool,” I said. “The old team.”

“I miss them. There’s Avian, Stungun, Keychain, Blush, and there’s Houndstooth. And that’s Mayday, you see, and Turtleshell, Aerobat… and some I never even got to have conversations with. They were always busy.”

“I recognize a lot of those names,” I said. “It’s a good poster. You managed to find it after everything happened?”

“My mom and dad paid to have people get stuff from the house, but the poster didn’t make it. There was a picture in a magazine they kept, though. I took it and blew it up. It’s not as sharp and details are misplaced where I enhanced the quality a bunch of times and the computer guessed wrong, but it’s pretty good.”

“There are a few things I wish I’d been able to salvage,” I said. “Others I managed to get. A poster.”

“I got this, too. It’s not the original, but it was in the background of a picture on a memory card, and the program kept the lettering from on the frame.”

I had to walk around her shelf of plastic tubs to see. Alone on one empty space of wall was a picture frame with a very thick frame, the actual picture so small I could have put my hand flat against the glass and covered it. It was Irene, not as expertly put together, but very tired, with a swaddled Kenzie in her arms. The picture wasn’t black and white, like so many family and individual pictures in the house, and thick letters spelled out the name ‘KANZI’ below the image.

“Kanzi?”

“My name. I never liked having to explain it. I’d always have to spell it out.”

“I like it,” I said. “But I like Kenzie too.”

She nodded in a very aggressive, overly done way, before leading me around the room. “More old team stuff, see? I had an Optics trading card.”

“A swipe card,” I said.

“Yes! You know about swipe cards! That’s cool.”

“Can I?”

“Yes, for sure.”