The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?

The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.

Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.

Then let us go and be terrible.

That's the spirit, one part brave, three parts fool.

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