If law, right and wrong, and the input of others didn’t serve to clarify matters, then I wanted to do what would weigh on me the least. I was glad that those least-weighty things were often the lawful and right ones.

It was selfish. If a time came in the future where I was disabled, with nothing to do but sit in a hospital room, thinking about the past and dreading my non-future, I didn’t want my memories to be something I had to endure, or things that soured on reflection.

I didn’t miss the fact that as that idea rolled through my head, the ‘if’ of the idea had the faintest catch to it.

An idea to hold onto for when I saw my new therapist. When, not if.

“I’ll organize these guys,” Tristan said. He was strapping on his armor. “I’ll run to catch up. You two figure out what you’re doing. Remember Chris and Ashley are out there.”

I looked at the screen, looking at the labels of the capes involved in the fight. Prancer and Spright were maneuvering around each other in the middle of downtown, not far from the pub or Prancer’s headquarters. Nailbiter had left the larger brawl and were giving chase.

Snag’s name had appeared and was in the shifting jumble of labels over heads.

“It’s too chaotic,” I said. “If we throw ourselves into that mess, I’m going to hurt someone, Sveta is, or we’re going to get hurt.”

“Go after Prancer and—” Tristan turned his head to check the screen on the side. “Spright. Keep an eye out for Love Lost and Nail. Do what you can. I’ll signal you once I’m closer. We’ll deal with the mob when we’ve more of our own people around. Us stragglers will call Chris and the hero oversight.”

“Good,” I said.

I didn’t want to waste more time. I pushed the door open, holding it for Sveta, and then took her hand.

I picked her up and flew. When I was higher than any of the buildings in the area, I paused to turn around in mid-air, looking down at the headquarters.

“Something bothering you?” Sveta asked.

A lot of things were.

I flew toward Cedar Point. If I waited too long, Prancer and Spright would have moved on from the area we’d seen them.

“Tristan. He’s getting everyone out of there,” I said, while we flew. I had to raise my voice to ensure I’d be heard.

“And?”

“And—it’s like that riddle,” I said. “The wolf, the chicken, the corn, a boat with room for the man and one thing in the boat at a time. He’s—”

My voice dropped away as we drew close enough that I could hear the faint scream and the reverberation. I partially lost my train of thought.

“I’m not following you,” Sveta said.