[He thought back to his own childhood. He sifted through so many sad memories that finding one happy memory that had to do with the snow was very difficult. He wasn't going to be Peter Pan at all. He sighed softly and looked out the window.]

I remember a time when my mother once told me that the gentle snow meant that the ice fairies had come to play and would make the flowers and trees sleep before the harsh winter breathe would come. In the spring, the ice would melt and the flowers would wake up. I thought it to be silly now but as a child, that story held a truth to it that I didn't see until much later.

My mother was my inspiration for science. Despite the silliness in the stories, there was more truth to them than any book could offer. Symbolic meaning gave way to the truth and the truth was all that was needed.

[He smiled warmly and turned his face from the window to Elizabeth.]

In a lot of ways, I am pleased that the Author decided to place us here. It has certainly been a test of intellect and I am grateful. And to you.