"Kids, you know the rules with guests who can't fly."

Zaneta and the children descend.

"I should make something that flies."

"It's what I do." He points a thumb at the home made wings strapped to his back.

"How does that work? I looked it up once, human muscles shouldn't be able to lift us with wings."

"Dunno, powers."

"But that makes no sense!"

"It makes thematic sense."

"What's that mean?"

"Regardless of what science says, it just kinda seems right for wings to make you fly, so Evan can make them do that."

Michael bursts out of the foliage. "Did Jeanette do anything to you?"

"Oh. I guess." Then, to Michael: "Yeah, she helped me find out some new things about my power."

"Did she put those electrode things on your head?"

"No, I don't think she tried to measure anything my brain was doing."

"Stick you in one of those loud tubes?"

"Loud tubes? ...MRI machines?"

"Yeah, those. She used to put me in those all the time."

"She probably wanted to figure out whether you'd have any brain problems or something like that."

"Why would she think I have brain problems?"

"Because you're a new hybrid species and those tend to have all sorts of problems and diseases and suffer a lot."

"I was one when they found me, and I wasn't sick!"

"It could take years to show up, she could've wanted to make sure we'd find out in time if it did."

"But why'd she have to be so-so her about it!"

"I think she just isn't very good at talking to people or showing the things she's feeling. She was very clinical."

"Then who put her in charge of a baby!"

"I dunno," he shrugs. "...she cares about you a lot. She has a picture of you on her desk."