They sat in silence for a while. Silvia simply enjoying a quiet moment with her dad, and Pitch silently thinking over his next move with the guardians. He wasn't plotting against him in the normal way, No this was different. He was planning to confront them. Children like Silvia didn't deserve to suffer. He'd saved her by chance but he knew that among those lights that flickered there had to have been countless others and there would continue to be countless numbers until something was done. Not having believers had released some of his fear into the world without control. The system the guardians had set up would have to change children were fearing the very people that should protect them and it was creating an enemy the even the guardians may not be able to fight.

A knock at the door pulled him from his brooding thoughts. "Breakfast is ready." Thalia called from behind the door.

Silvia sat up and stretched before hopping down from the bed. "Are you going to come shopping with us after breakfast?"

Pitch stood beside his daughter. "Not today Silvia. It's too bright during the day for me to be out. I'm a creature of the shadows and spirit of fear. Light banishes both fear and shadow."

"That makes you sound like a vampire dad." Silvia said as she walked towards the door. "Are you going to at least come have breakfast with us?"

"I feed on fear Silvia I don't have to eat like you and Thalia." Pitch replied.

"Well you could at least come and sit with us?" Silvia asked.

Pitch was about to decline, but then he realized what was going on. Silvia was so unaccustomed to love and care that she'd latched onto his presence alongside her. He nodded. "Of course Silvia."

She smiled reaching for the door. "Can I ask you something?"

Pitch nodded. "You can ask me anything."

"Why did you look mad when I said I knew one of the little fairies?" Silvia asked as they walked to the kitchen.

"Well I wasn't mad at you if that's what you're worrying about." He replied.

"So then your mad at Toothiana?" She asked.

He nodded. "If you saved on of her mini-fairies that means she knew about your situation and the danger you were in. Heck if you've ever lost a tooth she knew." He looked at Silvia. "I guess I'm wondering why the guardians didn't do anything to help you."

"Because they didn't care like you do." Silvia answered.

Pitch sighed. "But it's not my job to protect children. I'm the boogeyman not a guardian."

"Maybe they couldn't do anything for me. After all I don't exactly have much faith in them, and the monster didn't believe in them at all." Silvia reasoned.

Pitch looked at Silvia. "What was that?" She looked confused. "What did you say about your belief in the guardians?" He clarified.

"I said I don't have much faith in them." Silvia explained. "I mean yeah I know they exist. But I have no faith that they'll do anything other than ignore me just like they always have."

Pitch was stunned. "So then do you have faith in me?"

Silvia nodded. "I do. Though it's probably a lot different than other kids faith in you." She looked up at him. "I know you don't see yourself as a Guardian, but I do because you saved me when they wouldn't."

Pitch knelt beside her pulling her into a tight hug. "I dearly love you. My precious little Silvia."

She hugged him back tightly. "I love you to daddy."

"Well If that isn't a precious sight." Thalia cooed. "I almost wish I had a camera."

Pitch quickly stood. "I wouldn't have shown up in the picture without the camera having been properly enchanted first."

Silvia looked up at her dad. "You sure you aren't a vampire?"

Thalia giggled. "She is genuinely funny."

Pitch sighed. "I'm definitely not a vampire. Though my existence did inspire the more supernatural aspects Mr. Stoker's tale of Dracula."

Silvia smiled. "So you're still the reason vampire stories exist."

He nodded.

"Alright you two come on into the kitchen. Breakfast is waiting." Thalia instructed.

Silvia and Pitch followed her into the kitchen. They sat down at the small table in the corner. Thalia sat a plate of food in front of Silvia and all conversation stopped with the exception of the occasional reminder to Silvia to eat slower. Pitch could feel his heart break for his adopted daughter yet again. Her biological father had used the practise of starvation as a punishment. How much more had that monster done that he wasn't aware of?

As Silvia finished her meal Pitch rose from the table. "I have work to do in my lair while the two of you are out shopping." He explained. "Thalia you know how to call me back here once you're done shopping." He gave Silvia a last hug before leaving. "Silvia please be good today. I love you. Have fun."

Silvia hugged him back. "I will daddy. Love you to."

With that said Pitch disappeared into the shadows.

Thalia looked at Silvia. "Okay kiddo What kind of clothes do you want? If we decide on that before we leave it will be a lot simpler than going on a massive shopping trip."

Silvia looked down at her outfit. "Could we just stick to stuff like this?"

Thalia nodded. "Sure thing."

Meanwhile in his lair Pitch stood before his globe. He looked at the millions of lights all sparkling brightly. He closed his eyes reaching out with his magic to grasp at the enchantments which made those lights glow. He wanted to try a new idea. A warning system of sorts when the lights started flickering. After all They flickered for several reasons. Either the child had simply grown to old, something was forcing them to stop believing, or most tragically they were dying. Something could be done about those flickering lights if they knew which ones to pay attention to. If his idea worked he'd take it to North. Perhaps the old cossack would be grateful for the update to his handiwork. After all hadn't he once said the guardians and their way should change with the world?