"Mine...died. But I know he's safe and well now, in Heaven. That's not a religious statement, mind you. I'm sort of an agnostic, but I'm personally acquainted with an angel. It's a bit weird."

"I'm going to see him again, it's just a matter of when and how." That doesn't entirely help the heartache, though. Levi is quiet for a moment, then shakes his head as if to break free of the dark reverie.

"I'm from the very early twentieth century, so my family's all gone, as well, unfortunately. I've got the angel, at least, and his friends. That helps. I admit, I came over here looking for an artist friend, though."