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Is there any doubt at all of this??

Rapunzel had agreed to teach a therapeutic art course at the local asylum, despite others telling her it was a bad idea. She had gone out and got enough art supplies to teach a small group of people a variety of different art. She had some clay, chalk, pastels, paint, charcoal pencils, paper maché materials, and various other art mediums. Once she had arrived, she laid out all the supplies for the patients to work with. Rapunzel would be lying is she said she wasn’t nervous, after all it was her first time teaching a group that weren’t all children. She didn’t know how hard it would be teach adults or teenagers compared to children. Though she figured art was a universal language, much like math. So she took a deep breath and asked one of the doctors to bring in the patients.

Each patient grabbed a medium of art and Rapunzel went around teaching each of them how to use it. Some patients listened to what she had to say while others seemed to ignore her, more interested in the item in front of them. “Alright everyone remember art can be anything,” Rapunzel told the group around her as she walked, “Allow your emotions to transfer into your artwork.” She said and smiled. She took a moment to glance around, watching all the patience work. As her eyes scanned the crowd she noticed a boy sitting alone. She had failed to notice the boy before and hadn’t gotten around to help him yet. She decided to take the opportunity and help him now.

“Hello there,” Rapunzel said as she approached the boy with a warm smile on her face. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” The blonde questioned, not wanting to sit without making sure it was okay first.

"Of course I did," Hook said, hand running through his hair.  His elbows were on his knees, and he was sitting next to Peter in a dirty hotel room somewhere.  This wasn’t how it was supposed to be— on the run.  Not at all.