Viola was surprised at how gently he held her hand. She was shocked and had no words to think. She was just glad he held her hand. She liked it a lot, following and guiding him to her home. As she got home she spotted her uncle's pet tiger ghost pad and wisp through the yard towards them. Nudging her gently as it snuck behind him and nudged his hand, licking at it. She would talk to the tiger later but soon as she got to the door she smiled, "Thanks Matthew. See you soon." she waved and gripped the scruff on the tiger who whimpered but licked her as she was let inside by Tecca. Who watched the boy curiously. He could see he was in pain. More than her.<br/><br/>"So who was the boy?" he asked as he knelt down and pet Flotsam, Viola rose a brow then sat down. She began to explain he was her new friend. Tecca nodded and stood picking up a briefcase, "Well, I hope he is a good one - anyway, your father says he will be in town soon. And I have work." he then left and she waved. Not really sure what the guy did. Though as the days went she began to enjoy her time with Matt, he made her life happier and more fun. Tecca never asked why she spent so much time with him, he didn't care. She needed a living friend anyway.<br/><br/>Though she was sitting in the shop alone, Madame Leona was out shopping and she was by herself. Her uncle said he'd stop by soon with a snack as well as Flotsam who was eager to see where she worked. Hearing the door she woe from her meditation and jumped to her feet. They were bare seeing as she was not dressed for working. Blinking she heard a near scream, the voice made her heart stop. The room was cold and she hissed at the spirits who were whispering. They vanished. She ran off and stopped abruptly when she  saw him on the ground, blood on his left hand and the floor. Viola nearly screamed his name, running she fell over onto her knees and looked upset. What happened?<br/><br/>"Matt! Don't sleep, please keep awake - if you do the bleeding might worsen." she bit her lip and looked around. A table near by had a phone, she reached over and called her uncle, "Uncle please, please pic up..." she looked to Matt, "What happened?"" she said holding back the worried whimper, her uncle picked up the phone and she nearly raised her voice at him to get over to the shop. She even swore at him. She balled up the jacket and moved over him and put it over the wound. Viola's eyes held unshed tears. Who could have hurt her friend? Viola lowered her head and closed her eyes, putting pressure on it while she knew her uncle sped there, no one pulled over a man who had the mark of a certain "group" that had more "power" than one could fight.