Door - Codename Kids Next

The lavender beam didn’t explode. It washed over Numbuh 1 like warm bathwater. And for a split second, Nigel saw it: a flash of a future. Himself, at fifteen, slouched on a couch, wearing a boring gray polo shirt. His father patting him on the head. “Good report card, son. Have you thought about summer school?” No treehouse. No friends. No mission. Just a long, gray hallway of homework and dentist appointments.

“I used to scrub this floor,” Harvey said without turning around. “Numbuh 86 made me. Said my mopping technique was ‘a disgrace to the concept of cleanliness.’” He laughed softly. “She was a jerk. But she was our jerk.” Codename Kids Next Door

He stumbled back, gasping.