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“You do?” Gibby asked, sitting up from Seth’s lap and looking over at Jazz.

“Yeah,” Jazz said. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“I think so,” Seth said. “The future is scary because it’s unknown. But look at us now. Look at all we’ve done.”

“Ooh, I have an idea,” Jazz breathed. “Maybe one of us should run for office one day. Change stuff from the inside. Be the anti–Simon Burke.”

Seth said, “What about you? You could do it, Gibby.”

“Whoa,” Nick said. “Yeah. That could work.” He looked at Gibby. “Would that be something you’d want?”

Gibby seemed a little flustered, picking at blades of grass, brow furrowed. “Maybe.” She smiled. “Could start small. Maybe a seat on a council somewhere.”

“And from there, a congresswoman,” Jazz said, eyes alight. “Then, twenty years from now, President Lola Gibson, the youngest president ever elected.”

Gibby laughed. “Think we might be getting ahead of ourselves, at least a little bit.”

Jazz scoffed. “People would be people and underestimateyou, but you’d prove them wrong every single time. And you wouldn’t be doing it alone. I could be your press secretary.”

“And Nick and I could campaign for you,” Seth said. “You’d be the boss, telling us what to do, where to go.”

“That’s pretty much how it is already,” Nick said, brushing a lock of Jazz’s hair off her forehead. “Because Gibby’s smarter than the rest of us combined. She could be president. Jazz could work for her. I’ll join Dad and Cap at their PI agency, and Seth can…” He frowned. “What do you want to do, Seth?”

They all looked at him, but Seth had tilted his head back, looking up at the sky. Pitch-black now, with lights from the city casting an ethereal glow around the edges. “I don’t know,” Seth said after a time. “Maybe helping people, somehow. Those like us. Extraordinaries. Make sure they know they’re not alone.”

“That sounds perfect,” Nick said. “They’ll come to you, looking for guidance and you’ll give them direction. A point. Purpose.”

“You really think I could do something like that?”

“Yeah,” Gibby said. “There’d be no one better.”

“But you don’t have to decide now,” Jazz said. “None of us do. We have time.”

It all felt real, like it was within their grasp, if only they were brave enough to reach for it. It was vast and wild, a shining future where they were still together and no one could tear them apart. Nick startled when a tear slipped down his cheek. “The weekend,” he said hoarsely. “What should we do this weekend?”

“Movies sound good,” Gibby said without missing a beat. “I like that. Though, it can’t be some overdone superhero sequel. I’ve had enough of that to last me a lifetime. A French period piece in black-and-white with subtitles and lesbians.”

“Subtitles and lesbians,” Seth said. “Can’t argue against that.”

“And when the movie’s over, we’ll get Gibby to help us finish out our college essays,” Jazz said. “Then she’ll go to NCU while the rest of us finish out our senior year. We’ll graduate. We’ll go on adventures. Here, in the city, or all over the world.And when we come back, we’ll begin the rest of our lives. Together.”

“Together,” Gibby said.

“Together,” Seth said.

Nick watched each of them in turn, marveling that a loud, obnoxious kid with ADHD and telekinesis could have found kindred spirits in the three of them. It’d been a long road.

“Together,” Nick said. He meant it down to his bones.