Henry looked around him when he saw his Grandpa's question, and smiling face. He looked down at himself. He patted his arms and legs just to make sure. He had an idea of what pixie dust did, but who knew anymore. Everything was just too weird. He shook his head, scrubbing his hand over his face.

Maybe he was sleeping and dreaming. That could happen. Sleeping curses were a regular thing. "Yeah, I think I am, but this isn't Neverland is it?"

He shrugged his shoulders some looking around. "Not sure. I'm lost in Books."