"It's where I... well, where I spent the fifty years before Darrow," I said. I couldn't say it was home, really, and I couldn't say it was the place where I had grown up, because I hadn't, not until those last few weeks.

But it was mine, I supposed, more than anyone else's.

I nodded when Aggie asked about Peter. She wasn't the first to know his name like that, even though I was sure I had never said it in Darrow. Not like that. I wasn't sure I wanted to know how they all knew who he was. The possibilities made me feel like I was losing my grip on everything I had known.

"Peter Pan," I said, my voice soft. "Yes, that's him."