Napalm stretched as much as he could in the confines of the van, his spine almost a half-circle, his hands hooked together over his head. "Hey, look. Geese."

Jonathan leaned forward. "Where?"

Napalm pointed out the window. "Right over there. By the lake. Hey, Adam, can I go feed the geese?"

Adam turned a page in his book. "Tessa told you to stay in the car."

"But - geese!" Napalm rolled the window down, the better to watch the geese puttering around the murky lake. He honked at them experimentally.

"I don't know you," Johnathan muttered.

"You wanna get out of the car, too."

"Well, yeah."

"I wish I could be in there right now, actually." Napalm thumped back into his seat with a sigh. "Watch Tessa do her Jedi mind trick. 'This is not the girl you're looking for.' D'you think she does the hand gesture?"

Adam smiled. "Most likely not."

"You remember Star Wars, Adam?"

"Only vaguely."

"Oh, man. You've got to watch it again. Just the original trilogy."

"Should I be glad that I've forgotten that there were more than three movies?"

Johnathan snorted. "Yeah. You should. Wish I could forget."

"But seriously," Napalm persisted. "She should do the hand-wavy thing. We should get her to dress up as a Jedi for Halloween. Hey, how come she can do that, anyway? It's not a usual Tamrani power."

"Like pyrokinesis isn't a usual L'Arathi power?" Johnathan commented, smiling slightly.

"I'm special." Napalm mock-preened, tossing his long auburn hair.

Johnathan shook his head. "Yeah. You're special, all right."

"She got it from her father," Adam replied absently, turning another page of his book.

"She wha?" Napalm leaned forward. "I thought Stephen was just garden-variety Tamrani."

Adam looked up, tucking a bookmark into place."Hm?"

"You said -"

The side door slid open. Framed in the morning light: a girl, thin and frightened, with a tangle of black hair and a threadbare denim dress. She looked up into the van, and Napalm was struck silent. The girl was about his age, but her eyes... her eyes were far younger. She looked innocent. She looked like a kid. Not a potential axe murderer. A scared kid. "Hey," he said quietly. "Come on up."

She looked at him, at Johnathan, and then behind her, where Tessa stood. "Go ahead, Amy," Tessa said, her voice soothing.

Napalm extended a hand to the fearful girl. She bit her bottom lip and took his hand, trembling; he helped her into the van as Tessa closed the door and walked to the passenger side, swiftly as she could without running. Adam started the van and threw it in reverse the instant Tessa slid into her seat. Still holding the girl's hand, Napalm introduced himself. “Aisling Fisher. Napalm. I blow shit up.”

The girl nodded. “I’ll be no one.”

Tessa turned around in her seat “Ais, this is the primary personality, the one who’s up front the most. No known name. Mental age of about 10… she’s echolalic, speaks only in song lyrics. I’ve been calling her Amy, that’s the… the body’s name, for lack of a better term-“

The girl shook her head. “I’ll be no one."

“Honey, it’ll be easier if we can call you by a name. Maybe Echo?”

“I’ll be-“

Johnathan spoke up from the back seat. “Echo’s a Daredevil adversary, created by David Mack. Can’t call her Echo.”

Napalm laughed. “Thank you, geek boy.” The girl turned away, looking out the window, her hand splayed on it. Napalm watched her reflection, watched her expression go from stubborn to wistful. “If she only talks in lyrics… what about Lyric?”

The girl looked puzzled, but not offended. “Sing a song,” she said bemusedly.

Napalm nodded. “Yeah, like singing a song. Your name can be like a song.”

Lyric nodded and smiled, small face radiant. Napalm grinned in response.

Tessa watched them in the rearview mirror - the girl losing her shyness and looking around the van, kicking a fire extinguisher curiously. Napalm watched her fondly. Johnathan just shook his head and slipped his headphones back on.