Pitch smirked as he watched young Colonial teenage mortal Jackson Overland tickle his little sister, Pippa, into bed. This happened every night. Pippa wouldn't want to go to bed and ignore her mother. Her mother would send Jackson to put her to bed because she always listened to her brother. Jackson would chase her around the house, force her into her nightgown, and tickle her while dragging her into the bed.
The tickling and laughter continued until Pippa was too tired to continue. Jackson then gave her her teddy bear, covered her up, and gave her a goodnight kiss on the cheek.
"Sweet dreams, Pippa," he'd whisper before blowing out the candle and quietly shutting the door behind him.
For once, it didn't bother Pitch as golden sand seeped in through the window, curling over Pippa's head and sending her into a wonderful dream about flowers and butterflies. She wasn't the one he was after.
"Soon, Jackson," Pitch chuckled in the darkness as he morphed to the hallway to see the candle in Jackson's bedroom go out. "Very soon."