Nick gestured vaguely at his head with a wince. "It's hard to explain but I," he started, but stopped again. Scratching his head, he tried to gather his thoughts in to something coherent.
"You know how the building makes people...other people? Fables. Stories. Whatever," he started with an exhale. "Lots went on saying how they never had those memories or stuff before the full moon, but...I did. Since my mom died when I was nine. I saw my sister for who she was. I knew who I was. And..I knew who my brother was."
It sounded so much simpler when he put it that way. He chewed on his lower lip before he took another drink of his tea and continued, "I'm Peter Pan. My brother Jack is...or was Hook. I knew it, except I acted on it when I wasn't all that well," He frowns a little down at his tea, "So they say I'm a delusional schizophrenic. With assorted other issues -- PTSD, anxiety disorder, depression. I spent ten years of my life in a facility for it. But then I came here and now I'm...not sure where my head is right or wrong. And I wanted to tell you cause...if I am all messed up, I don't want to scare you."