Of course Claire heard him. She’d sat straight up in bed. Giselle was still sleeping peacefully. Claire was starting to grow used to the funny little princess. Some might have argued that she’d been dreaming or something…but that was not it at all. Peter was in trouble. He’d been missing for days, and she’d been terrified. Of course, she’d tried to assure Giselle that Peter was just fine, and he’d be home soon, but all the while, she couldn’t help but worry herself.
She dressed as quickly as she could, but she didn’t even know where to start looking. If she thought something…would he hear it? Was he close enough? She had to try…Peter was all that she had here, and part of a world even darker than this one, a world that she’d come from herself, he understood her, and cared about her, and it was mutual. She cared so much for him that she’d just let him bring home Giselle, and she even tolerated the girl.
All she could think about was Peter, and how to get him home. What she’d heard in her head…it hadn’t been good, and she was so terrified. But she had to push aside that terror right now, Peter was counting on her, and she couldn’t just go to pieces now. He needed her.
Where are you?
She just hoped he could hear her. He had to, right? They had a connection…