There is a place. Perhaps in a land far away. Where you'll find the River. And if you do find it, she'll be there. She always is. Or maybe she is the River. At least, that's what the Boy thought. Yes, the Boy. With the yellow boots. Lost in that place between places. Wanting to find the way back. He must hurry. The metal soldier is never far behind. Run, little one. Come to us. Into the woods. The kind, dark woods.