Just hold that happy thought, Peter, don't let it slip away

Maybe you'll be surprised someday

What are the chances that I'd find you here and now?

What made you say goodbye?

I want to run away

Maybe I will someday

Will you come too?

Or shall you be happy for a while?

Your ways confuse me Peter, and yet I ask you now

To come with me

Unless you can't

Or maybe you don't want to

That's all good an fine

But why did you come then?

Was it only to gloat and nag?

To throw temptation in my face, and tear it all away?

I hate you

You enrage me for sport and bask in my fury

Well just hold that happy thought, Peter

The game is over now

You've deceived me for the last time

So don't come back again

I hope you rot and shrivel

"Peter!"

"Yes, mother."

Where is Peter?

I've lost him again

Am I Peter?

Impossible

Peter was in the mirror