And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.

Had not enough gone wrong?

Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

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.

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.