John

It had been a long day and Finch had two scraped knees and a scrape on his palm. He was tired, hungry, and starting to get cranky.

"Why can't we go home?" he whined, even though John had already explained that this realm, far off to the west, had shifting mana lines that were only usable during the day.

"I want my bed," he said, looking like he might start to cry.