Giselle tried not to pout too much. How could she be stuck here though? There must be a way to get back to Andalasia. She couldn’t stay here. “Well, could you show me where I might find a fairy godmother?” she requested, politely.
She listened to his words, even though she didn’t like them. And she felt just awful about all of the other people were stuck here too.
No one can go home? What kind of awful place is this?
She whimpered a little, looking up at Peter with her big wide innocent eyes. “I’m really sorry that you can’t go home Peter, it must be so terrible for you too.”