Oh, there used to be more people. ( the knife, flung up into the air as though to accentuate her point, flicks a bit of butter onto her cheek; with a brief smile, she rubs it off with the back of her other hand. ) To protect and talk to the Planet. But they died.

Er, I guess...They were killed. ( there's a smile on her face, patient and sure, but it's harder for that smile to meet her eyes--if this is from a story book, she's doing a miraculous job of remembering it. maybe it's not from any written page at all. ) By something that wanted to...take the Planet's energy for itself, rather than protect it.

Anyway, the wonderful man ended up being killed for trying to stay with the woman and his daughter, and...Bad people, who wanted to take the Planet's energy, stole the woman and daughter away, and locked them up.

( setting the buttered knife down, she reaches for another: this time, it's to start slicing the cheese, carefully unwrapping it and putting all of her weight into cutting down thick pieces, laughing a little at the effort it takes. she definitely would never survive in a restaurant. )