"Well, that's good," Ryan said. "We're okay," he added. "I mean, we're heroes. That kind of thing is bound to happen," he shrugged. He had, after all, moved to New York to try and build up that life of being a superhero. It was a family legacy, and even though he may not have been related to Franklin, Valeria, and Mary by blood, they were bound by the relationship that their parents had shared. "Everyone's okay, though." Because if anything, the Imaginauts were a capable group. Maybe not all the way there, but capable nonetheless.