Caroline put her hand on her brother's shoulder. "There. That's them."

Jacob looked. The two were hidden in a tree, where they could see without being seen by the family. Caroline had told her father they were going to take a walk, and besides Caroline had to pick up their suits. They planned to do that in a minute, but first she wanted Jacob to see the Incredibles--or the Parrs, however one thought of them.

An older woman with short brown hair was setting out five paper plates with a cup and silverware on top of each to keep them from blowing away in the slight breeze. Caroline, who had control over wind and flame, could have easily killed the breeze, but it was a warm day and the breeze was cooling. A young woman with long, dark hair was setting out food.

Two blond men, one young and lean, the other older and massive, came up to the table too. "Who's the fifth setting for?" the younger asked the brown-haired woman.

"It's for Jack-Jack," she said, slightly tight-lipped.

Jack-Jack? Jacob thought but didn't say.

The young boy sighed. "Mom…"

"Dash, don't even say it," the dark-haired girl interrupted him. "If Mom wants to cook him a ten-course meal, let her."

Dash threw up his hands. "All right, all right."

The older man looked at Dash, his wife, and his daughter. "Do you think we'll ever find him, Helen?" he asked the brown-haired woman as he took his seat.

"Bob, what kind of question is that? Of course we'll find him." But Jacob saw Helen wipe her eyes quickly before taking her seat.

Caroline touched his shoulder lightly. "Come on," she said softly. "Let's go."

The two of them slipped silently from the large tree without being seen and quickly left the park. Caroline led her little brother towards the home of the woman who made super suits. Jacob seemed to be lost in thought.

"Jack-Jack, huh?" he said finally as they started down the avenue leading to the large, sprawling white mansion.

"It's what they called you," Caroline told him.

"I like Jacob better." He fell silent for a bit. Just as they got to the mansion, he looked up at Caroline. "But you know what, Caro? I'd rather be Jack-Jack Parr, with my real family, making them happy again, then Jacob Pine, with you and Dad, plotting to kill them."

"I know." Caroline's voice was soft as she put an arm around her brother's shoulder. "I know."

"For you, my dear, lightweight but warm, to withstand those winds you conjure up, but cooling in the midst of heat. Fireproof, waterproof, tough and durable…and machine washable, darling, that's a new feature."

Caroline and Jacob were sitting with Edna Mode, looking at their new suits. Caroline's was light blue with a flame on the chest, orange gloves, and black boots. She nodded to show her approval.

Edna glanced briefly at Jacob. "And for the boy…" A new suit on a new dummy came out. This one was darker blue than Caroline's, with black gloves and boots. "Molds to a part of you, no matter what you shift into. Fireproof, waterproof, bulletproof…feels like satin and breathes like Egyptian cotton."

Jacob also nodded in approval. "How much do we owe you?" Caroline asked Edna gratefully.

"Nothing, darling, all services are free. Good luck, and wear them in good health."

Caroline stood up and took the boxes she was handed. "Thank you very much, Miss Mode."

"Any time, darling, and call me E, everyone does," Edna said with a smile. "Run along now. Come again soon. I enjoy these chats."

Jacob looked down at the box with his suit as he and Caroline headed for home. "Caro, do I have to wear it around the compound."

"Unfortunately, yes. Dad's orders."

Jacob sighed slightly. "Oh, well. I'll live."

Caroline tapped her father lightly on the shoulder. He whirled around in his seat to see her grinning slightly. "We're back, Dad."

Syndrome put a hand to his chest. "Honey, don't sneak up on me like that, okay? Nearly gave me a heart attack…"

Even that couldn't put a damper on Caroline's mood. "Sorry about that, Dad, but…well, what do you think?" She stepped back and twirled once, showing her father the suit Edna had made her.

Her father nodded, impressed. "Hmm. Looks nice. Got any special features?"

"Fireproof, waterproof, tough, durable, and machine washable," Caroline answered with a small laugh.

He nodded again. "Not bad, not bad. Any place to attach gadgets?"

Caroline frowned. "Well…no…"

"Oh, well, we'll make do then. Makes you look like a threat anyway. Where's Jacob?"

"Hold on, Dad." Caroline stepped into the hall and called her little brother into the room. Looking a bit sheepish and crestfallen, he came in and stood in front of Syndrome.

"Wow, Jacob, that's…it's wonderful!" Syndrome approved. "I take it it'll stay a part of you when you shift?"

"Mmm-hmm. And it's soft and breathable."

"Good, good," Syndrome beamed. Not for the first time, Caroline felt a little shut out.

But it's normal, she told herself. He's making a big fuss over Jacob so he doesn't 'suspect' that he's not really a Pine, but a Parr. He does love you, Caroline. You're his only daughter, his only child. Of course he loves you.

Then why do I feel so uneasy?