INVINCIBLE — “GRAYSON HOUSE”

The morning air is cool when you walk up the familiar path to the Grayson house, backpack slung over one shoulder. From inside, you hear Oliver’s soft, hiccupy coos and Debbie’s low, tired humming as she moves through the kitchen. The door is half-open—an unspoken welcome by now. Debbie looks up when you step in, a faint, grateful smile touching her face. "Hey," she says, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Glad you’re here. Oliver’s already decided it’s going to be… a day." And in the living room, the little Viltrumite’s bright eyes catch you immediately, arms wiggling toward you with recognition.