"Then you know who the Tooth Fairy is, the man who's been killing all of these innocent people," Will said slowly. That dull anger still lurked there below the surface. It hurt in a way. People had died while Charles could have known, could have stopped it. Couldn't he?

He shook his head slowly. All the times he had been accused of being psychic, Will had wished he was. If he had been, he could have stopped deaths, couldn't he?

"Charles. I don't understand."