My name's Peter. Can I play too?

Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.

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

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

Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.

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

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