[In which Charlie cracks a half-hearted joke in three...two..] No, a possibly sentient multi-universe pocket dimension City run by douche bags is what got me here. All this stuff happened when I was younger.

[And she turns, finally looking at him and smiling slightly.] The Shop had to shoot me with a tranq while they hid in trees.

[If that doesn't tell Ed how seriously afraid of her they were when she wasn't even in her teens...] They brought me to one of their facilities. Kept me from my dad. The last person I had left in the world and I wasn't allowed to see him. So, me and another person who I thought was my friend came up with this idea.

The Shop wanted demonstrations? Okay. I could do that. They had to do something for me first. I asked for things. A new doll. Clothes. Kept building to bigger things the bigger the fire they wanted me to make. My ultimate goal was to see my father. I couldn't get them past letting me ride this horse named Necromancer.