"We make sure we're not seen," Crowley says. "Shutter our lanterns, stay close to the tops of the forest. Come up only when we're climbing the lighthouse. I can teach you to fly like that."

He's just sick of all the waiting, all the moping about, all the playing house. He wants to do something, he wants to make a difference. He wants to make things better here and then get the fuck out of here as fast as possible.

He looks back out over the town. "If we think she's nervous about a few visitors, then maybe she shouldn't be in charge of the reset button," he says. "Maybe we should have a tete-a-tete with her."