Think Of A Wonderful Thought, Any Happy Little Thought

As I stood silently, I stared at the doors. There were labels above all of them, but I felt the need to open all of them. I first opened the one leading to Narnia. I haven't read the books or seen the movies, but it wasn't as spectacular as everyone made it out to be. Next was Neverland; which is usually my answer to 'Where would you like to go on your dream vacation?'. I found it just as wonderful - possible better - than it looked in all of the Peter Pan themed movies I'd seen and all the books I'd read. I completely blew off the other doors and stepped inside, finding myself in Pan's tree house.
Behind me, a voice, "A lost girl?"
I turned, seeing the flying ginger himself, "Yeah, what's it to you, Flyboy?"
"It's unusual, that's what it is to me."
"Yeah, me having an FBI badge is unusual to people too."
"What-..." He cut himself off, shaking his head. He looked at me, "Are you too old for this? Or are you as immature as I am?"
"Are you asking me on an adventure?"
"Indeed, I am, M'lady. Animal of choice?"
"Raccoons." I smirked at him before he went searching for extra skins.
"Alright." He smiled brightly as he handed me the hat.
I shuddered slightly, pulling it on.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."

Free Screening of 1953 Peter Pan at Sundance, December 3