"What do you want with Dyson?" She asked trying to keep her voice calm. Creepy cartoon come to life with a gun? Right, not a good idea to go send after one of your friends.
"You know this fellow then? Why yes that does help to clear things up. No wonder your aura burns so brightly," He trailed off briefly and Kenzi got the feeling he was talking more to himself than he was to her.
Suddenly, he clapped his hands. "Well, on with it then! Now my dear, have you been experiencing any flulike symptoms? In the last week or so?"
"Um, buddy, what the hell? What about my soul, what about Dyson?" She asked, glaring daggers at him.
"Oh how rude of me. I'm a Psychopomp," He said, like this cleared everything up.
"A whatopomp?"
"Psychopomp. Simply put, I'm a soul guide. We usually specialize in making sure those of a deceased nature find their way in the afterlife, since it can be challenging to find the right domain, what with all the crossroads and regions. Don't even get me started on the lost ones who like to lure others off their respective paths. That might also be why you perceive me this way, this realm is not meant for my true form. In the crossing it gets disoriented and everything shifts and I get stuck with this as a body. But anyway I'm rambling." He concluded, with an apologetic look on his face.
"Um okay, misshaped bodies, making sure dead guys get where they're supposed to, check and check. What the hell does that have to with Dyson?" Kenzi summed up, still suspicious and tired and in desperate need of some god damn eyeliner.
"Ah yes. Well as I was saying, we are guides. Mainly for the deceased, but since you humans have a tendency to outright ignore your destinies, we're occasionally called into the realm of the living to make sure everything gets back on track before it shifts the balance of everything else. That can be quite disastrous, and you wouldn't believe the amount of damage one little change to the world can do. Did you know the Americans won the revolutionary war simply because the king of England refused to wear a purple sock?" He chuckled lightly to himself.
"Ooo-kay. Um. Yeah, question still not answered?" She said drawing the syllables out.
"All in good time my child. So back to my previous question, have you been experiencing any flu like symptoms in the last week or so? It's very important," He said, the all over voice surrounding Kenzi's ear.