Violet steered Brayden to a small park with a bright red rocket slide, and gestured to a picnic table.<br/>"Sit." Violet said, noticing that she sounded as if she were speaking to a golden retriever.<br/>"Your wife died like a year ago, right?" She said.<br/>"Yes. Why?" Brayden said, more unemotionally than angrily.<br/>"And you've been sulky and mono-toned ever since." Violet said. It was not a question, and when Brayden didn't comment she continued.<br/>"Earth isn't exactly as you think it is. I'm not here to tell you that there is a sparkling vampire out to get you, and I'm not here to tell you that the big steamy pile of crap in your yard came from a Genuine Lisa Frank unicorn. You're in danger right now. I don't know why, and you might not know why, but you are. I have been assigned to be your protector. I get three fails at being a protector and then I turn into a monstrosity.  I've only ever protected one other person and I succeeded. If you seek proof, we'll have to track her down, and let you talk to her. But, I don't want to do that because last I heard she was living in Jersey and I hate that city. Now, any questions?" Violet sucked in a deep breath of air and sat waiting.