Ring Around The Rosie
PETER PAN | OPEN STARTER
“Ring around the rosie... A pocket full of posies... Ashes, ashes, we all fall... down.” He sung, his voice echoing in the empty street, giving the song an eerie tune, especially given the fact that it was not really apparent where the sound was coming from. “I love cold nights like this.” Peter admitted, and it was as if he had suddenly materialized behind the other. “Don’t you?”










