The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it’s all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can’t-do-this, and can’t-do-that’s, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.

And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.