It was another dreary trip to this place called London that started it all. Peter was sure this was where his shadow had escaped to. I, however, wasn't so sure. Peter and I flew around the rooftops of many different buildings, weaving through chimney after chimney. Peter laughed every time I got smoke up my nose. I just glared playfully at him, until I saw a dark figure out of the corner of my eye. I stopped so suddenly I nearly crashed straight into the brickwork of a rather nice looking house. One of those rather charming orange ones with quite a lot of balconies. Pete flew back around, stopping next to me, gaze drifting to the same room I was staring into. We saw a blond girl, about as old as Pete, tucking a group of boys who seemed to be her brothers, into bed. I listened closely, as it seemed the girl was telling her siblings a story. I grin at Peter as I hear the story. "You hearing this, Pete? She actually believes in us! We found someone!" "Yeah, yeah. I know, Kobie." Peter play-rolls his eyes at me as we fly a little closer. "Hey, P? Did ya see that?" I point to the rattling drawer by the window. "Looks like it's time to pay a visit to my shadow…"
