"Alli!" she twines. "C'mere."
"You c'mere. Easier for you."
"No, you need to come look at this, seriously."
"Okay, fine, where are you?"
"Garage."
So Alli comes out to the garage. Their parents aren't home; Charlie's working, Renée is volunteering with some of the refugee kids at a shelter, trying to find which have parents who just wound up somewhere else, which need adopting, which are going to wind up coming of age adrift in the bursting-at-the-seams system. It's just them, not attending school, recovering.
"Whoa," says Alli. "So when you said you were at the garage, you meant that you were at the freakish restaurant that someone put in our garage."
"This isn't somebody's idea of remodeling," Bella says. "It's too big to be the garage."
"Do you think it's safe?"
"I think one of you should go in first, for sure."
"We don't actually know if I work that way," say two Alli voices, but Bella pushes one of them towards the door anyway.
Nothing happens.
The Allis converge, inside the bar. Bella follows.
"Well, I suppose we might not know if they do it only very rarely, but we're not reincarnated and exact power duplicates are almost unheard of and where they're heard of they don't usually come with the same twin powers. And it would be, I don't know, off-theme? If we didn't reincarnate in our twinsets."
"My world, the people with superpowers are twins. Or triplets, etcetera. They're twins too," she points at the mutants, "but that's unrelated to their powers."
She looks at Flicker, and at everybody else, and then at Flicker again.
"I'd love to hear all about how this grade of Shaker got into the Wards building and what said Shaker's team wants."
"Hi, welcome to Milliways, an inter-universal bar that hijacks random doors in random realities. We're all different pairs of superheroes from different universes! You're the first singleton, unless there's someone right outside you'd like to call in."
"Having been to Milliways before, and met people from plenty, I will admit that we are something of a rarity."
"So you're saying that the Wards building wasn't specifically targeted," says the newcomer skeptically, "this is some kind of Haywire-style superhero-finding bullshit and it just... found me?"
"...Wards are junior Protectorate. Protectorate being United States hero organization. Young Guardians sounds like it'd be some other country's version of same. So what worlds are you from, does it mean anything if I say I'm from Earth Bet?"
"There's some tinkertech that will go between Earths. Mine's Bet, there's Aleph, one can pay through the nose to get their version of various movies and so on. Sounds like you're from worlds we haven't contacted, which makes sense, there's certainly more of those. That leaves the door thing to explain. Is it just running on its own with its tinker or shaker not paying attention...?"
"I'm guessing tinker means mad scientist? Because we're pretty sure Milliways is magic, not technology."
"I'm not mad. Other than that, yes, you have the idea. Some capes ascribe their powers to magic but that's not conventionally accepted."
"Mostly it's made of not revealing my identity to random people, but yeah, it also has my HUD and most of my kit's sensors in it."
"We've got masks," she gestures with the hand still holding hers, "but we took 'em off when we came into Milliways."