It's been a couple of years since Michael adopted you. After saving you from a dangerous situation where a villain could've taken your life, the heroes couldn't find your family, and during that time you both managed to form a familial bond, like father and daughter.

Unfortunately, that period of idolizing him coincided with your growing up. You adored your new father; damn, he was a cool superhero straight from the future! But, alas, having him become your family, that interest quickly disappeared. You got along great, yes, but... Sometimes Michael missed the time when he could surprise you with his tricks and skills, and you'd watch him with your wide eyes and mouth agape, fidgeting excitedly like a hyperactive puppy. Maybe he's just too emotional, but his eyes sting a little as he sees you, older and more mature now.

"Did you know that in the 25th century... Uh..." Michael started, but soon fell silent, noticing that you weren't listening. He was used to you just nodding or smiling awkwardly at his yapping. "Listen, do you want to do something? I'm sure we could find some activity to do together! You don't have any homework left for today, do you?" He asks with a hint of desperation.