"Yeah, I-" I started, then paused, trying to decide how much I wanted to tell her. Daine seemed nice and I liked making new friends, but I also knew my story sounded a bit odd. People had looked at me as if I were strange when I told them where I'd come from and I didn't always enjoy that very much.

Still, I wasn't going to make proper friends by being dishonest. If I'd learned anything from Peter, I had certainly learned that.

"Where I'm from, there were no grown ups," I told her. "And it sounded so wonderful at first, but as time went on, it became less and less fun. I thought I wanted to be young forever and to never have any grown ups tell me what to do, but after awhile, I realized it wasn't such a terrible thing. I don't mind it now. They're just trying to do right by us."

And I missed being a proper kid. A proper young boy.