A man appears behind me, grabbing me by my wings and pulling me back. He makes me let go of Mariah and I cough, him holding me to the wall by the neck, "Give her."
I shake my head and he hesitates, "Now."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster