Tommy's stomached dropped. They were his. His and Teddy's. Teddy had made them recognize him, but he never told Tommy. He wasn't going to tell Tommy.

He hadn't wanted his kids to hate their other dad, but he didn't want anything to do with Tommy himself.

Tommy felt sick and confused. He had no idea what he was supposed to do or say. "Yeah. Bath time," he said hoarsely. Not that it did any good, since they still couldn't understand him.

He handed the little girl off to her nurse, prying her gently off his arm when she hung on. He waited until they were being taken away before he asked, voice choked. "What's their names?" He was struggling to remember to keep his powers contained, keep calm and focused. It didn't come easy, still.