"Those are pretty wild," he admitted, cocking his head and puzzling over it. His comic book theory, or at least his sci-fi theory, just kept feeling closer to being on point. Any kid who had called himself something like that back home would have probably been laughed out of town, or hauled in for drug testing by some concerned parent, but he had the idea that in Zones, wherever those were, that the rules had been hugely different.

He was suddenly thankful that his name had just come from his mom getting bored and watching an episode of Johnny Carson.

"Is there a meaning behind them?" He asked curiously, trying to ignore the nervous flip in his belly when her hand squeezed his. "Like, are the names random? They sound like they would be, but you never know."