by Marcus L. Rowland
Toby's known for a week, and looks ten years older. Leo thinks telling him was a mistake, some people just can't take the truth about the supernatural.
Leo sketches out a cover story, a tale of switched ammunition at Rosslyn and agents posing as psychotic teenagers. But it's too late for that. For the third time today he thinks of calling Rosenberg. Maybe she can erase the bad memories, leave Toby happily ignorant.
There's a knock and Toby comes in, suddenly looking much happier. "Turn on the TV," he says. "Someone's murdered that bitch Bruckner, we've another senator to elect."