I had almost forgotten about Chase Stein. It's still a little startling to catch him working with Peter or Tony. He's barely recognizable as the slouching, mouthy teen I saw in court, although I do catch him shooting me half-wary looks on occasion, like he's waiting for me to try and place him back into foster care. I guess I can't blame him.

"We don't know exactly what we're going to be up against on Halloween," I tell the boys.

"Getting a heads up like this is invaluable because it gives us time."