““Only silence answered me. No, not quite silence—the Peter Pan that Sloane was trying to talk off the roof of the apartment building was shouting something at her, his weedy, prepubescent voice shredded into wordless tatters by the wind. The wind found no such purchase with Sloane. “And I’m telling you that Neverland isn’t real!” she shouted. “You can’t fucking fly, kid—the laws of physics are for everybody!””
