Dennis’s red hair didn’t move in the wind, and there was a faint lensing at the very edges of his face, like they might at the corner of a chandelier, except more dark than light. He wore a coat over a gray costume with clock faces worked into it, Valkyrie’s ‘wings’ at the clock predominant at the chest.

Chris—Kid Win Chris—had hair that was more gold than blond, and definitely not brown. There were more changes than I’d seen on either Aunt Sarah or Dennis, and I had no idea if he’d added cyborg parts or if he’d just come across that way. The back of his neck, the ridges of his ears, and his eyes all looked more like technology than flesh.

Vista barely flinched.

“No shit?” Dennis asked. “What’d you do, Missy? Went and grew up on us.”

Vista snorted. “You went and died on us. Much ruder.”

Dennis smiled. He looked at me. “You’ve barely changed.”

“You hardly know,” I told him.

“I’m glad you’re better,” Kid Win said. His voice was deeper than I remembered it. I assumed it was because two years had passed before he’d died, more than anything about his current body.

I shrugged.

“You don’t seem surprised,” Kid Win told Vista. He indicated me. “She does, a bit. I get it, we look a bit weird.”

“A bit surprised,” I said. “And you don’t look that weird.”

“I looked you up,” Vista said, jamming her hands in her pockets. “Came to terms with it. Figured your—whatever Valkyrie is, she’d introduce us when the time was right.”

“Look at you!” Dennis said. “I can’t get over it. I remember when you didn’t even have all your adult teeth. Now you’re… grown. Kind of!”

Vista glanced at me, like she thought I’d say something. I pursed my lips together.

“Grown enough to chuck you off this ledge. I’ve mourned you once, I can do it again.”

“You’re a lieutenant to one of the top Wardens or something?”

“Narwhal. Sometimes Cinereal.”

“That’s crazy!” Dennis exclaimed. He took her by the shoulders and shook her. “Crazy! You do realize that?”

“Yeah.”

“Congratulations,” Kid Win, who wasn’t even a kid anymore, told her.

“Thanks,” Vista said. Something in her seemed to relax. “My parents never even congratulated me. I don’t think they even really get it.”

“Still living with the parents?” Dennis asked. “At least—”

He stopped as Vista shook her head.

“You’re living out on your own?”

“Dormitory, now. But basically.”

“The whole world went and moved on, huh?” Dennis asked.

“That’s what happens when you die, you fucking moron,” Vista told him.

“You’re a lot more abusive than I remember.”

“You guys all left me alone,” Vista shrugged as she said it, like it was a passing comment. “You deserve the abuse.”