“Of course I’m back,” he says by way of greeting. “No, I didn’t bring any candy, and yes, she is pretty.” I feel a gentle tug on my hair and hear the sound of high-pitched laughter. When I glance over my shoulder, I see several of the little fairies diving through my hair, playing what appears to be hide-and-seek. One of them has latched onto a lock of it that billows in the breeze, squealing with excitement.