Pitch brought his fingertips together in an expression of concern. “My dear Jackie… you seem so very lonely. Fate has dealt you such a hurtful blow, hasn’t it? Cursing you with this painful existence.” His hands dropped and the creature of children’s nightmares turned away from the winter sprite with a sigh.<br/><br/>“I’ve been watching you from afar, Jackie. Your nightmares, they… speak to me. Do you still have them? Of course you do,” he added – answering his own question. “Do you know how I know? Do you?” he asked with his hands clasped behind his back. “Because if you do, then you know that I can help you with them.”