Hurriedly strobing pass the crowd, you stumbled in front of a table at a lazy afternoon coffeeshop. You pulled your bag and stuff and glared upon the figure sitting there alone.. and quiet..

Swearing, you ran back to the bus stop..

Later, at night, The coffeeshop comes to your mind.. and the figure.. with lots of open papers on the table...

In your memory, he was still thinking.. almost like trying to find something.. seemed like his thought was river deep... unending..

you absentmindedly curl up in your couch and thought what if you asked him his name.. and maybe what he was trying to find.. and why the hell he was so calm among everyone running past..

here i am.. Finding Neverland.

will you help me find the place i'm looking for?