Through the screen door, Y/n could see her — Robin, older now, gray streaking her hair, waving her hands around as she talked to Nancy. Nancy had a glass of lemonade in one hand and a bemused expression. Jonathan was leaning against the kitchen counter, laughing at something on his phone. Steve was in the doorway, arms crossed, grinning that same crooked grin.

Behind him, a blur of movement. A girl with blonde hair in a cheerleading uniform sprinted past, screaming something about a missing eyelash curler. A boy with Steve's hair and a half-unbuttoned polo followed at a jog, shouting back that it was in the bathroom.

The chaos only grew louder. Somewhere inside, a dog barked. A voice — deep and calm — said, "I think they're multiplying."