Winnie lay awake, staring at her ceiling. She was seventeen today. She wondered why it didn't feel more different. She'd gone back to the spring today. She'd debated about drinking from it. In the end she'd decided to. Maybe she had only been a lonely little girl who needed a friend back when she was ten, and in that case drinking from the spring wouldn't do any harm, but if he was real, someday he would come back and some day she'd have someone forever.
She smiled at the thought. No matter what tonight felt like the beginning of forever.