Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
My name's Peter. Can I play too?
Had not enough gone wrong?
Then let us go and be terrible.
Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.
There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.