Epilogue

"Peter, wake up!"
Peter Animus slowly opened his eyes, and rubbed them, yawning. It was daybreak. His mother was calling to him, and he could hear his father rustling around in his office somewhere. Peter shoved himself out of bed, and wandered down the hallway, dressed informally in his pajamas.
He came to his mother, standing a full four feet taller than him. She smiled, "Good morning sleepyhead! How have you been doing?"
Peter smiled, "Morning mommy!"
The six-year old gave his mother a hug. All was well with the world.

-Philip "Tooner" McCabe