After a few minutes, a knock came on the bathroom door. Jon stiffled a giggle. The knock came again. It wasn't a frantic knock like he expected, but a serious, no-nonsense sort of knock.
"Who is is?" He called out in a sing-song voice. "The restroom is occupied!"
"Jon, the McMillian twins are back for a rematch." Zoe's seriousness drove the smile right off his face.
McMillian.... TWINS? Information about this reality came flooding through his head. The wager power came from being twins, although Zoe had used a carefully worded prize to separate their ages without losing the power. Sarah and her brother had possessed the wager power and had used it to their advantage, giving themselves abilities and assets above their classmates. But a month ago, Zoe and Jon had put a stop to it. A battle royal, the losers no longer relatives, their powers low. It had been a desperate battle, one way to epic to spend time on now. Jon unlocked the bathroom door. There was Zoe, a coin in hand.
"Heads, I have the power to snap and return the two of us to normal, in the fighting trim. Tails, the power is yours. Deal?"
"Deal."
The coin flew into the air. It landed. Both of them snapped. Light flashed. Jon was himself, wholly. Better, in fact, than he had ever felt. He flexed a muscle and felt the power. He turned to Zoe.
She was no longer his 'little' sister. She was his height, maybe a little shorter if they were barefoot. Her brown hair was tied up in a pony tail. She stretchy and Jon could tell that to Zoe, fighting trim had meant ballerina training somewhere along the line. No one else stretches like that.
Zoe straightened from her spontaneous toe touch, nodded solemnly to Jon, and headed to the front door.
