“Peter…” He thought to himself out loud. However, by the time Timon realized this it had been too late to cover it up. He turned away from the pixie and cringed. Wasn’t he supposed to make her feel better, not worse? Tch, Pumbaa had always been better at this sort of thing. Where was that wacky warthog when you needed him?

The meerkat rubbed the back of his neck, his previous confidence appearing to have vanished. “Well, I guess if there wasn’t anyone…” What was it he looking for; bigger, stronger, braver? He settled for “else.” But regardless, it was clear that Timon had not been keen on joining Tinker Bell. He was done with adventures. “Yeah, I could join you. But you should check if anyone else is interested. Folks seem to travel between floors now a lot more now than before.” And there was safety in numbers.