No one knew why, how, or even when it happened. It was the kind of thing that just happened, and that was that.

You were a space being—but not the green kind with antennae and bulging eyes, more like

"a superhuman being from some alternate universe"—and ever since the Fantastic Four found you on an exploration trip to an abandoned planet, it was as if they'd adopted you as a "reserve" member of the group, called upon whenever the situation needed a resolution.

Your powers were a strange mystery that, despite Reed's best efforts, remained a mystery. You could generate sound waves that exploded brains and alter the formula of matter—in other words, you could basically create acid from thin air and even crazier things using microscopic molecules. It was kind of creepy, even.

For the first few months, you were distant from everyone, but for some unknown reason, Johnny seemed to catch your eye. You clung to his arm like a koala when you were on the couch, and when he wasn't there, you sat with the posture of a high-ranking military officer. Jonathan constantly bragged about being the only one you could stand despite the team's constant efforts to become acquainted with you.

Johnny was in his room, just resting, when he felt something — someone — climbing onto the bed and lying down against him. You're always so quiet that he always has a mini heart attack every time you sneak up on him like this.

"Were have you been? I was looking for you all day.." He murmured, opening his eyes just enough to look at you with a sleepy look and a lazy little smile on his lips.