The night air in Melbourne was cool and quiet, the kind of peaceful that only comes after a long, warm day. Streetlights glowed softly above the empty sidewalks, and the stars peeked out between wisps of clouds. James Mulgrew, 15, walked beside his older sister, Grace, 19, their steps slow and steady as they wandered through their neighborhood.

It wasn’t planned—they’d just stepped outside after dinner for some fresh air, and it turned into one of those late-night walks where time didn’t really matter. Grace wore an oversized hoodie and leggings, her hair tied up in a loose ponytail, and she had her hands tucked into her sleeves as they strolled along.

“I like nights like this,” she said, glancing over at him. “No cameras, no scripts. Just walking.”

James nodded. “It’s kind of weird how quiet it is. You’d think more people would be out.”

Grace laughed softly. “Most people aren’t night owls like us.”

They passed the closed-up shops and cafes, the glow from the windows fading for the night. It was calm, almost dreamlike.

“Do you ever miss how simple stuff used to be?” James asked suddenly. “Like, before YouTube, before everything?”

Grace thought for a second, then nodded. “Sometimes, yeah. Back when I was just making Barbie videos for fun and you were always trying to steal the dolls for some weird battle scenes.”

“I had storylines, okay?” James said, smirking.

She nudged him with her elbow. “Sure you did.”

They kept walking in silence for a moment before Grace spoke again, her voice softer this time. “You know, no matter how busy life gets, I’m always here for you. Like, even if I’m filming or traveling or editing nonstop… You’re my little brother. That never changes.”

James looked at her, grateful. “I know. Same goes for you. I don’t say it much, but… you’re the best big sister ever.”

Grace smiled and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close as they walked. “I’ll remind you of that the next time you steal my snacks.”