‘I need to keep my head on straight.’ ‘I’m worried about you. What are you looking at out there?’ Lorette asked, taking a step closer. ‘Th... sunrise. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been here.’ ‘Seems like I can’t remember being anywhere else,’ Lorette returned. ‘I want to see my father.’ Camille straightened with a grimace, turning to face the forlorn woman at her side. She laid a comforting hand on Lorette’s arm, hoping the small gesture would alleviate some of her sadness. ‘I know, honey. I. Ritten by ShyA little background before you read!This story was inspired by a long-term recurring dream I could never seem to shake, as well as Peter Pan. It's one of my favorites and I've finally expanded upon it. It was charming, in an infuriating way.He walked past everyone at the bar, past the various tall tables with people standing around, drinking, talking. Not even a glance for the kine. Her sheriff walked past the booths and into the main area, where the booths lined the walls before the dance floor. Annie laughed at the image of Daniel dancing. Could he? Was it something the machinery of his mind could perform? More chuckles.Jack didn’t notice him, too busy with his prey; they were both quite. Suffice it to say, I shall write just as I thought, felt and acted. No concealment of admiration shall stop my pen; no recollection of my own culpability or rapture shall cause me to suppress the plain facts. You have told me of your wonderful boldness, success and escapes. I will repay in kind.I won’t go over the whole story again of how I became acquainted with that beautiful young lady and her no less charming lover. She, you may remember, debarred from his society except at the awfully.