Oscar wanted nothing more than to get into WWW. It was his most favorite place and Emma had promised he could spend at least ten minutes in there. He wished he was truly Peter Pan. He could fly over the crowd and then he wouldn't have to actually bother with everyone crowding him. Colliding with a very large man, Oscar stumbled, but managed to right himself by grabbing onto a black, smooth jacket. "I'm not really Peter Pan," he said, earnestly. "Peter Pan isn't real. But if he was, even if you are so big, he could get your shadow to fit! I'm just certain of it."
Emma, hurried through the crowd, unable to see Oscar. She wasn't too worried as she knew the direction he was heading. She'd wished she'd been allowed to wear heels but her 5'3 frame was tucked neatly into her costume, complete with flats with puff balls on them. It didn't help her visual acuity. Sighing, she caught a splash of green against a pair of blue jeans. Her eyes followed the long legs, lingering over the broad chest, before her breath literally caught. Masking her surprise, she reached for Oscar's hand and gave him a tug backward.
"Emma," he said, looking seriously up his aunt. "Don't you certainly believe that Peter Pan could fit this man's shadow into his pouch? I'm certain it could be done."
"I'm sure he could, O," she said, straightening his hat. It had become slightly skewed as he'd run through the crowd, happily ignoring everything around him.
Oscar turned back to the tall man and nodded. "If Aunt Emma says he could," he stated, shuffling his feet and rocking on his toes. "Then it must be true."