He never thought he'd be grateful for having grown up in the Enchanted Forest. (He certainly hadn't been able to talk about his childhood in too much detail as an adult, because who would have believed him if he'd told them?) Living here though, despite this place being more technologically advanced than the Enchanted Forest, is certainly made easier by those experiences. Even, dare he think it, by so many years in Neverland, because he can honestly say that the creatures here still aren't the strangest ones he's seen.

He's hauling a load of firewood to the inn when he sees his father slip and fall onto the ground. He doesn't know what he can do to help (he's far from a healer) or if help is even required, but that's not what matters right now. He drops the firewood and hurries over to where his father fell. "Papa?"