There is always something left to lose.

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

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

But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?

Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.