T.L. Pierson: Of all the things one says and does, I look back on what never was. Then think of all that life could be, if I could capture what I see.
Jake: I have no place - anywhere. And I don't know what happens to people who have no place. Do you?
T.L. Pierson: I existed because I dreamed. I dream no more.
Gabriel Finch: [narrating] For those of you who do not know, this is how it began. Zachary Small was an ordinary little boy. He lived with his ordinary father in an ordinary house in an ordinary town. What Zachary did not know - could not know - was just how unordinary he was. I had heard the stories of young Zachary and his fearlessness. I had seen with my own eyes his selfless acts of bravery and courage. And I knew deep in my heart that he would return to rescue me when I was imprisoned in the dungeon that last time. Just as the prophecy decreed, he would restore me to my rightful place. To the kingdom he had long since abandoned. But days turned into months, and months into years. And my certainty faded unto all that was left was despair. Then again, stories are living things, even at times unpredictable.
Katherine Pierson: Why would you want to work at that terrible place?
Zach Riley: Well, maybe to make it not so terrible.
Gabriel Finch: You wear your skin as if it were 3 sizes too small, stretched over your pointed bones!
Gabriel Finch: You're a good boy, Zachary. As unordinary as they come.
Gabriel Finch: [narrating] And so it ends as it began. With the promise of freedom, and a prophecy no fulfilled. I will never be sure if whate Zachary did drives the minions away forever. But it the end, there were no more dark decrees. And as I always knew he would, he returned Neverwas to the king. But the spirit of Neverwas, that was returned to the boy. My kingdom is at peace. Once again, I live as I dreamed.
Gabriel Finch: A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent. It is right, it should be so, man was made for joy and woe. And when this we rightly know, through the world we safely go. Joy and Woe are woven fine; a clothing for the soul, divine.