Kavalier believed himself self righteous, all knowing, omniscient. But there are things even the most brilliant of minds cannot comprehend.

He understood everything in life, from the creation of the universe to its inevitable end. And yet, here he was. Barefoot, dressed in his pricey sleepwear, clutching his worn out copy of ‘Peter Pan’, asking for your help.

”you’re like a mother to my lost boys” he sighed, pushing the door open without asking, as if he owned the place - although, he did - and slumped down across your spacious bed, dramatically turning and sighing. “How do I get Wendy to listen?” He exhaled dramatically, looking over at you as you began to speak “Without resorting to the brother!” He snapped

he rolled over onto his front “this is pointless. Coming to you, as if you’d know all the answers”