Night had fallen over the city. The moon was out and the stars were twinkling as bright as they could against the dark skies. Everyone at the orphanage was deep in slumber even Peter was asleep when a fellow friend tries to wake him up. MacFie, Peter’s shadow, wakes up nodding to the fellow friend as he talks to Peter. MacFie doesn’t pay much attention, even when the friend tells Peter he was running away tonight and he just wanted to say goodbye before he left.
“You don’t have to come with me,” the friend tells Peter which, Peter only responds with a moan. “I’ll understand, but I can’t stay here anymore. I need to find my place in the world. I don’t belong here… Goodbye, Peter.”
“Goodbye,” mumbles Peter.
Suddenly, MacFie sits up and jostles Peter awake as the friend leaves the room.
“Peter, wake up,” MacFie yells in his ear. “You’ve got to wake up! We need to stop Franklyn.”
Peter slowly sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes.
“Stop who?” Peter yawns.
“Franklin, he’s running away,” MacFie said.
“Running away?” Peter opens his eyes wide. “Are you sure?”
“He just came to say goodbye. Didn’t you hear him?”
“No, I didn’t–what’ll we do?”
“We need to go after him. That’s what we need to do.”
“All right,” Peter jumps out of bed and quietly begins to dress himself.
Quietly as Peter can be he makes his way down the staircase with MacFie right behind him, quietly as they can. Once outside they clearly see the moon shinning brightly above them, but no sign of where Franklin went.