Trickshot couldn’t believe it. The little baby looked almost exactly like Aeno, just with a slightly younger face. The baby’s eyes were closed and he had a contented expression on his soft features, perhaps feeling safe in the arms of his mother and in the presence of his father.
No doubt about it, Trickshot thought, unable to take his eyes off the baby. That’s Aeno, all right. Just a little smaller.
That just opened up a whole new can of worms. How could Trickshot be seeing baby Aeno if Aeno was actually a six-year-old kid? Or at least looked more like a six-year-old than a baby? It didn’t make any sense. Possibly it was some kind of alternate universe shenanigans, but somehow Trickshot doubted that. He had not stepped into an interdimensional portal into another universe. What he was
