Mercury was feeling, well, a little lost. Which was all kinds of ironic and messed up since he was well and truly a Lost. Sitting on one of the wider branches in the treehouse, he looked out over Neverland and sighed softly. It didn't help that he was hungry. It'd been a while since he'd become a Lost, but he still had problems feeding. He didn't relish in it like the others did and because he didn't feed often, he wasn't learning the control he ought to have either which made him even more afraid to feed for fear of losing that control.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and tried to meditate. Or whatever. Tried not to think about the ache in his bones that said he needed to eat.