“I guess its time you officially met the lost boys," I said to Daniel. "Lost boys? You mean like that old Kiefer Sutherland movie?"What? No, I mean like Peter Pan and the lost boys.""Is she calling us fairies?" Asked Slade."No," Brent said. "She means the lost boys that never wanted to grow up, and got into mischief with Peter Pan.""Still sounds like fairies to me." Slade crossed his tattooed arms in front of his chest."Still sounds like that Kiefer Sutherland movie to me." Daniel smirked."We were in the play together, like, seven years ago. You were mad because my mom made you wear tights, but you wanted to be a pirate."Daniel held his hand up. "Partial amnesia here, remember? I must have blocked out any and all recollections associations with said tights."Brent, Zach, and Ryan laughed. Slade almost cracked a smile. ~ Grace, Daniel, and The Lost Boys”

“This is Zach." I said as Daniel shook hands with him. "The youngest is Ryan. The obnoxious one is Brent.""I respect that assessment." Brent said, and awkwardly bump knuckles with Daniel instead of a handshake.”

“You said you'd kiss me if I lost Tank."---"You want me to kiss you?"Oh boy. "You were happy I'd lost your puppy?"He was looking like he was still thinking about smiling as he glanced down at Tank, tucked under his arm. "No. That would make me an asshole."Right...”

“NEVERLAND:The imaginary island home of Peter Pan and the lost boys. A place where you never grow up. Michael Jackson’s former retreat. An accurate description of the 21st century.”

“I remember when I saw Peter Pan when I was little. After all the other kids wanted to reenact the battles of the lost boys, pirates, and Indians, and all I could think about was the part where Peter Pan sits still while Wendy takes a sharp needle and, with concern and maybe love, sews his shadow onto his feet. And I wonder if the pain excited him as much as it excited me to watch. I hang here, the voices still bleeding in my ears. I watch my shadow, solid like a murdered body's outline, and I pray. Maybe one more slice, just one more, will sever it forever.”

“Where’s the bride-to-be?” Beckett held his arms open for Kyle and gave her a gentle hug. “Good on you, Fairy Princess, making an honest man out of my boy here. Jesus was treating him like shit; he was never getting laid. I hope you two have a million damn kids and name them all Beckett, boys or girls.”Kyle returned the hug and smirked. “We might name our dog Beckett, if you’re lucky.”Beckett laughed a bit too loudly. He seemed desperate to make up for lost time.”