I walked into the house and I could practically see joy and relief floating off of Klaus. Can’t really blame him, though, what with dads idea of ‘training’.

[ Klaus got locked into a mausoleum. Charlie spent hours burning bigger and bigger things with diodes and thermometers attached to her skin and the walls of her training room. Reginald sucked. Charlie doesn’t seem particularly phased that he’s dead. ].


Ben was in a pocket universe. Apparently there was a kid there with him. We got her out a couple days after we got Ben out. Along the way, somehow, we temporarily ripped a hole between universes and time and now we have several of my brother running around. Adapting to all that... [ constant emotional energy from many, many sources ] has left me with a migraine a time or two.