On this sunny day, Peter is once again restrained by building security and locked in the small room with no windows. Peter finds that he comes here a lot, but to him this room feels safer than his other room. This is where he can be left to his own devices; to think whatever he wants and do whatever he chooses. Sometimes Peter sneaks chalk in here and draws his imagined island on the floor. His drawing is still here from last time.
"Today is a new day on Neverland," he says to his drawing on the stone floor in the soft quiet tone he only talks to himself with. "This time I have blue chalk. Now I can add the waterfall. It goes right here." Peter scribbled the blue rush of fake water into the artwork and smiled.
"And what about the ocean?" the other voice spoke.
"Well, the ocean is kind of the rest of the floor, and it would be a waste to colour all of that blue."
"Your whole world is a waste," the chilling voice shot back.
"Says you... Besides, I thought I told you last time, you don't live here. You live over there." Peter points to the corner of the room where, along the floor and the walls, quick, hard streaks of black and red are present, swipes from someone's fingertips randomly through the coloured lines. "That's the dark place. You stay there." And then a mutter, "You're the reason I'm here again in the first place..."
"If you stood up for us more often, we would be out of here sooner."
"No, we would be out of here if you would stay in my head where you belong and stop talking over me. I made you up so I could have someone who understood me, not someone who gets me in trouble."
Peter was still for a moment and glanced around the room. The dark and sinister voice didn't speak with him anymore. They were watching him now, he knew that. He kept his conversations with the other voice in his head, where, as he had said, they belonged.