Death's gruesome face taunts:soulless eyes, crimson grimace.I really hate clowns.

Anger only gets in the way.

The beige linoleum floor turned into the ocean, crashed and crashed against Lotto's shins. He sat down. How swiftly things spun. Two minutes ago he'd been a kid, thinking about his nintendo system, worried about asymptotes and signs. Now he was, heavy, adult.

September felt panic burn through her like gasoline. Why couldn't he understand her? "But I didn't [choose]! I have hardly had a chance to breathe since I got here and it's always like that in Fairyland. Everything is always happening and all at once. And I am growing up, Saturday! I am growing up and I have read books, so many books, and I know that growing up means you can't keep going to Fairyland the way you did when you were a child! Something happens to you and suddenly you have to keep a straight face and a straight line and I am afraid! I want something grand and I don't want to know what it is before it happens!

I realized if I didn__ just go, I__ never go. Going was the key. It didn__ matter where I was headed just as long as I was headed somewhere. ~ Ben Davis

Jocelyn did not want to always remain the same. Where was the adventure in that?