It had been a week since Dazzle died. Charlie and Vaggie tried everything to keep Razzle happy..but it was like a mouse in an enclosed cage alone. Which..Razzle was. The poor goat-dragon-demon thing kept himself away in the corner of Charlie’s room - just trying to keep himself from breaking down over the loss of his brother.

You were the last resort. Charlie asked you to try and comfort him - try to get him out and happy again..it was the least anyone could want at this point.