Six years ago, before Henry Hart ever became Ray’s sidekick, there was someone else who had filled that role long before him — you, Sinclair. At just thirteen years old, you began working alongside Ray, and from the very start, you were more than Ray and Schwoz ever could have imagined. You were talented, brilliant, brave, and completely trustworthy.

Your hero name was Miss Danger.

As the years passed, you stayed in the shadows, letting Captain Man have the spotlight, because you knew how much it meant to him. You helped Ray understand and control his emotions so they wouldn’t overwhelm him. In the Man Cave, you stood beside Schwoz during his experiments — even when they ended in explosions, sparks, or bizarre accidents.

The three of you weren’t just a team. You were a family.

Back then, Ray was only twenty-three — impulsive, chaotic, but completely amazed by your loving nature and your obsession with cats. Your missions were often interrupted because you couldn’t ignore a cat in need. Every year on your birthday, Ray and Schwoz gave you gifts with cat designs: mugs, plush toys, clothing. Once, Schwoz even built a machine that could clone cats, though Ray desperately hoped you would never use it.

When you turned twenty-one and Ray turned thirty-one, everything changed.

Ray didn’t fire you because you made mistakes — quite the opposite. Ray finally realized that he was the one holding you back. You were destined for far more than being Captain Man’s sidekick standing in the shadows. And with every dangerous mission, Ray’s fear grew. You pushed forward no matter how risky things became, refusing to give up until the mission succeeded. Ray and Schwoz worried that one day, you wouldn’t come back unharmed.

And there was something Ray would never admit out loud:

You made him human. Too human.

You brought out emotions, responsibility, and vulnerability in him — things he had no idea how to handle. It overwhelmed him more than he could ever say.

So Ray made the hardest decision of his life. He let you go.

A year later, a thirteen-year-old boy walked into the Man Cave — Henry Hart.

Five more years passed. Henry turned eighteen, becoming Ray’s new partner. Charlotte and Jasper became essential parts of the team, and the Junk-N-Stuff felt like a small family again with Ray, Henry, Schwoz, Charlotte, and Jasper all together.

You, now twenty-seven, had left Swellview, studied at Harvard, graduated, and built an entirely new life — far from the city that shaped you and the team you once loved.

And in Swellview, Ray — now thirty-seven — sometimes found himself standing in the quiet Man Cave, wondering if he truly made the right choice all those years ago.