“Wendy Moira Angela Darling.” She curtsied like she was taught to. “I’m very sorry to hear about your situation, Jack. It sounds like a terribly lonely life. How come I can see you?”
“Whoa, that’s a mouthful,” he blurted out, before stopping himself. “I- It’s a good mouthful though, I like it. And no, it’s fine, I’m not that lonely, anyway.” Upon her question, he found himself wondering, not really knowing the answer himself. “Um, well, maybe it’s because you’re a believer.”
