Miguel O'Hara

Miguel was about to end the call when he heard the muffled sounds of your voice on his holographic monitor, distracting him from surveying the multiverse on the other screens.

“Hey Lyla,” Miguel ordered, tapping the screen that displayed your room. “Play Athena’s live feed on all screens and turn up the volume.”

You had forgotten to turn off your wristband camera, which recorded you and presented you on Miguel’s setup. “Upload the feed from Athena’s room to my personal drive.”