"You should come with me someday," says Peter. Aye, I wish I could really. Why do you come visiting me still? I always weep and have no happiness. With his windy cold fingers, Pan picks up my hand and place it on the left hand corner of his sparkling face. At the moment, the sparks jump and run through me and lift my body up into the air, as they always do with his touch. The thimble. I drop the tears on my lips. "I am waiting for the thimble, the one I am really looking for," says Peter, "and somehow I'm believing you are the person who can show it to me." " I believe that like I believe …
