"Did you try eating it?"

"We don't want to try that in case it's poison."

"I can kill off a body or two for that," he shrugs.

"Oh. You sure?"

"Yeah." Carol hands him a coin and turns it that colour—something between pink and red. He swallows it.

Nothing happens.

"Well that was boring. You have a boring power."

"Her power's great! She can do so many things!"

"She can't even figure out what her power can do. It's stupid. Yours is too, you just paint stuff." This clone disappears, leaving the coin behind, which clatters to the ground (leaving tiny craters wherever it bounces).

"You're stupid," Carol retorts, before turning around and running away.

"Run after your silly little girlfriend, I'm busy," says a clone playing chess.

Maurice heads in Carol's direction. "You shouldn't talk to people like that. It'll get you in trouble."

"Whatever," says that clone.

"Bye," says a videogame-playing one, who did not deign to look at them throughout the interaction.

Maurice starts running in Carol's direction. 

....Once he's out of sight, a heart stopping scream sounds right in every William's ears.

Which is not very good for any of the games he's playing! All of him covers his ears and screams, knocking down board pieces, cards, and videogame controllers in the process.

And when he opens his eyes the room will be swarming with scorpions. 

Maurice catches up to Carol. "Hey, don't listen to him."

"I'm not, he's stupid. And it's just a power anyway, it's not like it matters." Her eyes are watering, though.

He hugs her. "You're right, it doesn't. But that doesn't mean it isn't great, too. They didn't have powers where you came from, did they?"

She shakes her head and dries her eyes, pretending there's something in them. "Not really."

He smiles encouragingly. "You're doing really well. I bet most people who didn't know powers were a thing before this would still be hiding in the corner. You didn't even scream at Michael. Or think we were some kind of nudist cult. Or believe Stan when he said he was the emperor of the solar system."

"I thought I was dreaming then, actually," she says, smiling a bit. "I have dreams I know are dreams pretty often and I thought that was one of them."

"That must be nice."

She shrugs. "I... mostly dream about my sister." Aaaand the smile's gone. She looks down. "I miss her."

Maurice looks at her seriously. "Carol, is this a good place?"

"...for what?"

"To live, I guess? Grow up? Okay, I was going to do a big list of serious questions, seemed like the kind of thing Aunt Zaneta would do, but never mind that. Do you think your sister would be happy here? Being a Miracle and all."

"...but my sister's still alive. And. You know. Grownup."

"You don't have to be dead for Hannah to clone you."

"Didn't she have to eat old me?"