Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.

“So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mist…”

“You think you know all there is to know about here immediately upon meeting her…”

“I never had any flesh and blood children, you know. Only words, and paintings, …”

“The limeade was very interesting. It didn't taste anything like limes. It taste…”