I am Traveler Lavinia. I am two-hundred and ninety-four years old. What I do is travel story to story making sure they get to their critical fixed moments without fail. If something goes wrong it is reviewed by the Council of Three. Should they find the traveler was negligent, that traveler will be punished. Out of all the travelers that have ever existed, I am the only one who has a one-hundred percent success record. And yet I am the most hated by the Council. I suppose it's mostly because they don't like how I get attached to characters and make personal connections. But there's also the fact that I can't stay dead, which means they can't get rid of me. They should never have taken me from my home in the first place. Some day, all their abuse and hatred of me is going to turn around and bite them in the butt. I hope to have a front-row seat.