“Mama," Peter cried. She didn't look up. The door shut.”

“But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.”

“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.”

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

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

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

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