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.

My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

My name's Peter. Can I play too?

Then let us go and be terrible.

For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

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

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