Lloyd was dead. That everyone knew. Except for the people who call themselves the Savoirs, Timmy Turner's whole Dimension, and oh yea, that old lady that lives across the street. This is not my story, but Timmy Turner's. I'm just here to say I told you so to him.
From,
Katrina
Timmy: What!? You let her write that for the prolugde?
Me: What's wrong with it? I like it.
Timmy: *sighs* Right. It's lovely.