As the play began, and everyone was seated, Questions was left under the impression that Lisa was merely asleep, and that there was nothing to be alarmed off.
But in the mean time, Lisa dreamt about the numerous symbols, clocks, and texts, that she saw everyday.
"What is this Neverland?" ,Lisa inquired.
"If that's the case, then I'm Peter Pan", a voice called out from behind her.
"But to be fair, we'll just call it my Neverland", the voice revealed itself as Alex.
"The vast realm of my mind, in which the world is at peace, honeysuckles bloom on every tree, and my home, and the river, are just as perfect as I expect them to be."
And the blankness changed just as Alex described it.
"My subconscious is the only place where I can see this village again."
"For reasons you probably won't understand, and quite frankly I don't understand."
"You're the only person I trust this with so far, so do with it as you may, I just don't care."
Alex started to walk towards a house across a bridge over a small river.
"This is where I was born", he pointed to the house.
"It probably isn't like any American house you know off, but it holds a special value to me."
"And that, is Bo, a kind, old fisherman, that visited, and helped my family out in our times of great crisis."
"He was my mentor for the most part, and my only friend."
Alex got quiet as he approached the old man.
"As you can see, my life was almost near average, based on this right?"
"Well, here comes the fun part."
"After all the time my family spent in our home, in peace, and harmony, happiness, and joy, something came, and took it all away."
"And that something, was a business, they claimed my father hadn't been getting his bills paid on time, so therefore, they required him to pay him extensively for the whole collection."
"However, my father had no money, so they felt, burning down our home and property, and taking my father and me in as slaves, was enough to equal it out."
"So, here I am today, they've bounced me from school to school, town to town, place to place, with a loon, fake mother, determined to make sure I keep up their legacy once I get out of school."
Alex looked down at the dirt and gravel, trying to forbid himself from looking up.
"Is that enough answers for you?", he inquired.
Lisa nodded her head slowly, in attempt to reply.
"Good, because the play's about to end."
Then in a flash of bright light Lisa woke up dazed and lost.