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it.”
    Then Triplet looked at me with a questioning gaze. “What about you? Just coming over to say hello?”
    I shook my head. “No. Well, that’s part of it, but I’m hoping that my grandparents might be able to help me understand my new power. I don’t know if you know about it, but—”
    “The red lightning,” Triplet interrupted. “Yeah, I’ve heard about it. I saw an article on Neo Ranks shortly after Robert’s death in which the author speculated that you had a new power.”
    “Yeah,” I said. “I got it from the serum that Professor Hernandez gave me, which gave me back my original powers, too. My mom thinks that my grandparents might be able to help me understand it, because Grandfather is apparently very knowledgeable about how superhumans work.”
    “Well, he did raise Ted,” Triplet said. “So that is probably where they got their knowledge from, if they really do have it.”
    “I hope so,” I said. “But did Dad ever talk to you about his parents? Back when he was alive and you were both in the Neohero Alliance, that is?”
    “Nope,” said Triplet, shaking his head. “Never did. We were too busy fighting supervillains and saving the world to talk about our families. I don’t really want to talk about my family anyway; too annoying.”
    “So you don’t know what to expect, then,” I said.
    “Right,” said Triplet, “but I don’t really care one way or another what your grandparents know about superhumans. As long as they can answer my questions about the missing girl’s soul, I’ll be fine.”
    Just as Triplet said that, Emma suddenly appeared in the entryway, a platter with tea and biscuits on it. She walked over to the coffee table in front of us, placed the platter on it, and said, “Mr. Jason will be down to speak with you very shortly. Until then, feel free to have some tea and biscuits if you are thirsty or hungry.”
    Emma spoke politely enough, but I could tell that she was still annoyed at how we had beaten her earlier. Especially when she glared at Triplet, although Triplet hardly even seemed to notice her annoyance. He just took a cup and poured himself some tea as he said, “Thanks. When will Mr. Jason be down?”
    “He is right here,” said Grandfather as he entered the living room, though now he leaned on a cane for support. “Emma, please be a dear and help me sit down. These old bones aren’t what they used to be.”
    Emma silently helped Grandfather sit down on a large armchair on the other side of the coffee table. Unlike Triplet, Grandfather carried a large cup of coffee, which he sipped from every now and then, though I didn’t take any tea or coffee because I didn’t want any right now.
    “Ah,” said Grandfather as he adjusted his seat. “This is good. Just the way I like it. Thank you for the coffee, Emma.”
    “You are welcome, master,” said Emma, bowing slightly. “Do you need anything else?”
    Grandfather shook his head. “No, thank you. Just stay here in case I think of anything else.”
    Emma immediately stood by Grandfather’s chair, standing so still that she looked almost like a statue. Her eyes watched our every movement, which was kind of creepy, but I decided to ignore her in order to focus on Grandfather.
    “Now, then,” said Grandfather. He looked at me with curious eyes. “It has been a long time since I last saw you in person, Kevin. Or are you going by Bolt now?”
    “Either is fine,” I said. “But what do you mean since you last saw me? I’ve never met you before.”
    “I saw you when you were first born, which is around seventeen or eighteen years ago now, I believe,” said Grandfather.
    “That would be eighteen years now,” I said. “My birthday is coming up on March sixteenth.”
    “March sixteenth?” Grandfather repeated. “Well, that isn’t too far away. Isn’t that next week?”
    “It is,” I said, “but it doesn’t matter. You saw me when I was first born?”
    “Yes, yes,” said Grandfather,