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Having noticed the stranger from across the Serpentine*, Peter paused his conversation with a curious fish and gazed at them with a most inquisitive smirk. It was very nearly Lock-Out Time, if not already, and it was most unusual for anyone to still be about the park. The garden lamps had been dimmed, and the stars begun to take their place; such was the winter’s habit of early darkness. Peter’s hand drifted slightly in the icy stream, and the fish began to nibble at his numb fingertips, asking him was he quite alright. Quick as thought, Peter hushed the fish home, and stood up by the riverbank, waving a hand to the stranger. “Are you quite alright?” he called to the other bank. A freezing winter’s breeze ran through the Gardens, and though Peter’s voice could not quite reach the newcomer on its own, the wind gladly carried his messages to the other side. “It’s almost Lock-Out Time you know, do mind that you don’t get locked in overnight.”