I sigh, someone screaming inside me to come out. I swallow and nod, looking down as my eyes turn to hers. I take a deep breath before looking back up at him, "Where you from?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart