"Well, Dad went into the water with my mum, and they made me."

"Does your mom have a tail?"

"Yes."

"Huh."

"Mummy said it was hard at first, but everything worth doing is."

"Eating is worth doing and it's not hard."

"You're mean."

"Why?"

Michael stalks off towards the beach.

"Weren't we going to the house to eat?"

The children-sans Michael-make their way towards the mountain.

...okay.

She follows.

Upon reaching the massive staircase leading to the entrance, the children engage their various means of enhanced locomotion, the triplets flying, Hanah slithering up the stars as an amorphous puddle, and Maurice riding a multicoloured disc, apparently pulled from nowhere. 

Climb climb climb.

"What took you so long?"

"My legs."

"I bet you'd be quicker if you used your powers."

"And what are these powers you think I have?"

"Don't know. You just don't stand like a normal person."

She looks down at her body, then up at him, then tilts her head. "What does that mean?"

"Humans don't carry themselves like we do."

"Even if I had powers I wouldn't be a Miracle, why would you think parahumans do the same thing?"

"What's a parahuman?"

"A person with powers from my world! I don't know if there's a virus but most people definitely get their powers when they're grownups, or almost."

"I'm glad I got my powers when I was little. More fun that way."