Let's see, Laurel, last time I checked you were still a forever being with as many second chances and new romances saved up as there are stars in the night sky; whose thoughts fly on wings, whose dreams become things, and for whom all the elements bow.
In case you were wondering.
Moonbeams,
The Universe
Laurel, where is it? Where is it?! Have you seen your future lately...? Oh, there it is! Spinning in the palm of your hand.
