Dawn's never been in his room before. And if she weren't so distraught she would be awkward and geeky over it. She might get there eventually once she calms down some. As it is, she isn't thinking straight and walks straight in to grab some kleenex from a box and then plops down on the side of the bed near the pillows. She dots at her eyes with the tissue and blows her nose.

"I'm not real." She says, her nose stopped up more from crying than anything. "I'm not real, Peter. I was created. From magic. And there's a whole ginormous amount of drama that comes with it. So you kissed a fake girl and I'm sorry."