Unfortunately, all of a hawk's facial expressions look like reproving glares, so Andrew misses her meaning. It's hard to miss Secret's, though, or the way the smaller Andrew turns his head to look at him and sticks his tongue out.

"Stroller," explains the smaller Andrew as the larger one, a look of concern finally crossing his face, moves around to help. The smaller one shifts his weight so he can slide off, but the larger one carefully reaches over and puts his hands around his counterpart, helping lift him down.

"How bad is it?" he asks as he gently sets him on the floor, letting the other Andrew lay down on the glass before sitting down beside him.

"Bad enough," replies the other. "Nothing broken, I think."