“Wait, but what about the thunder and lightning and all that other stuff?” I ask, staring at the dog—Cerberus—as he and Biscuit tumble around on the ground together.

She scrunches her nose at me as the car suddenly jolts to a stop. I look up to see that the tiny house I’d seen in the distance before towering over me.

"Superheroes?” Neera arches an eyebrow. “No, we’re not superheroes. We’re just… people who try their best to make this world a better place.”

The house disappears momentarily as the road dips downward. As the shadows from the trees flash over us, I turn to watch Neera as she drives.

“So do you have a name? Or should I just get your attention by saying, “Hey, you there, the girl in green!’”