“I remember discussing plans and policies with your mother, when the team was new,” Aunt Sarah said. “I never imagined we’d pass them on to our individual kids like this.”

“Thinking a lot about memories and remembering?” I asked, words less aimed at her and more at the darkness that pressed in all around us.

The Nemean Titan stopped running for a second, possibly because he had found a group to leech from. I shot him, spooking him and scaring him off from his target.

Each time he ‘ate’, he stood a little taller, moved more confidently.

Not that I could lock my attention to him. The Titan Skadi was still out there, still alternating between attacking our most aggressive capes and going after the civilians. I could trust the capes to handle themselves, though I’d help where I could, but the civilians demanded my attention and protection.

I fired at her a few times. She was wrapped up in a fight, Deathchester and a hero team mobbing her.

“Take cover!” a cape on the ground screamed.

We flew to take cover well before we knew what we were taking cover from.

I saw my Aunt Sarah, stripped of large portions of her old personality, place her hand to her mouth. Her purple eyes were fixed on the distance.

I looked, and I saw only darkness.

“What am I missing?” I asked.

“We’re losing capes,” she said.

She could see in the dark, as a part of her power. Just like bright lights didn’t disorient her.

“Crystal?” I asked. “Can you write on the wall? I need night vision, or something close to it.”

She began doing it, scratching letters into a building face.

I blinked twice to bring up the menu, selected ‘scan’, and ran my eye over the words. They were highlighted in gold, converted to plain text, and disappeared into the darkness at the edge of my field of view.

Maybe it wasn’t possible, but I wasn’t going to rule out that Kenzie might have had another blip in her common sense.

ON IT, the words appeared.

I saw a progress bar appear, moving forward intermittently.

BEST I CAN DO.

My vision shifted, the darks becoming darker, the brights becoming brighter. Outlines were highlighted.

A group of villains on a rooftop that were harassing the Nemean Titan abruptly stopped, and there was an explosion in their midst.

I watched as one jumped from the building’s top. He couldn’t fly. I was pretty sure it wasn’t a brute.

“The Stranger,” I said.