Susan POV
I was sixteen when my parents died, that was the first time I had to take over my grandfather's charge. It was natural to me, collecting souls, but it still felt wrong... As though I were crossing a line and the further I went the more I lost myself. After he returned and I returned to my, relatively, normal life I barely thought of it all. Or well I tried to avoid thinking of it but naturally the more you try to avoid something the sooner it comes back to haunt you. In my case it came in the form of the Auditors of Reality and a one Mr. Teatime(pronounced Teh-ah-tim-eh apparently). After the Hogswatch incident my grandfather promptly vanished and I was left to, once again to my great chagrin, take his place. That was a very long time ago..... And he still hasn't come back.