Definition of Destiny

She points at me and Eight. "But don't worry, that one is all you." The teenage boy sitting on the floor smiles sheepishly, waving from his side of the force field. "Hey, mom, dad. In like, twenty years please don't ground me for this, okay?" Suddenly I'm making the connection. The curly brown hair, the bashful green eyes… I look at Eight. No… no way. One-shot. 7X8