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

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

What will happen, will happen.

Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

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.

There is always something left to lose.

And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.