It didn’t surprise Dean Nettleton when Tansy didn’t believe him. It was quite a bit to absorb. Still, he needed her to believe him if he was going to put a stop to Chaos. He tracked the first god from Greece where she first appeared, tracing her passage through the realms back to Harbor City. He sighed as he crossed the college campus, his hand gripping tightly to the white oak staff he carried. How could he have ever foreseen that his path would bring him back to Tansy’s doorstep? It took everything he had to knock on her door. It took even more to tell her the truth of what happened ten years ago.