Lost

Terrence crossed his arms.

"Are you sure we're not lost?"

"Of course not!" Tinkerbell chirped cheerfully, fumbling with the map.

"I think it's just down there!" she pointed blindly to a particularly misty spot below them and continued to clumsily navigate the hot air balloon, pressing on.

He sighed, exasperated with the situation.

"We're lost," he stated bluntly.

The tinker fairy shakes her head, stubborn.

"We're not lost. We're just."

He raised an eyebrow at her. She hangs her head in resignation.

"...Lost."