"No." Michael shook his head. "I mean - we don't know if we're actually related. We don't even know if our DNA would show a blood relationship in the same way--if the same tests would work to find out, and. I've never...wanted to know, for certain." Because he was pretty sure he wasn't really their brother. "I don't know why everyone assumed Max and Isobel were twins rather than us being triplets." Their eyes were all the same color. "Max and Isobel think they're twins, because they've got this psychic bond. They can feel each other there, all the time, like just this low-key presence. I can't feel them that way." But that wasn't something the group home would've known.

"We've always said we were family, though. They call me their brother, and we've always celebrated our birthday as being the same--the day we were found. But I've never been as sure as they are. Isobel got really pissed the one time I said that, though."

Their childhoods had been so different; he couldn't feel them in his head; he always felt a bit outside of them.