My name's Peter. Can I play too?
Then let us go and be terrible.
Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?