About nine years have passed after the day that a young boy came to the nursery window to listen to stories of Cinderella's adventures with pirates and glass slippers. The nursery no longer contains the three children that had once occupied it. The only child still left in the house of Mr. and Mrs. Darling is a seventeen year old Michael Darling waiting out his last years of school. The nursery had changed significantly since the last time; the many toys and children books had been donated to orphanages where children would put them to good use. The three beds were always made and everything was always in its place. Michael had a small room down the hall from the nursery so he rarely spent time in the nursery.

As for the lost boys; after returning with Wendy, John, and Michael they were all adopted into nice homes, Slightly went to live with Aunt Millicent because of a certain spell that was put on her that made her believe that Slightly was to be her son.

John was now twenty-one years old and he had gone to get further schooling in business. He did not think of Neverland much anymore, it slowly vanished from his mind. Michael; however, thinks about it more often that John does, he thinks about what might have happened if they had stayed there forever, he would still be the care free, enthusiastic, and fun loving eight year old Michael.

As for Wendy, she is twenty-four, and has learned to write novels, just like she has always wanted to do; her books were written with grand adventures and swash buckling. Not one story; however, was written about that clever young boy Peter Pan.

Chapter 1

"It is a marvel Miss. Darling, but I do not think that Snow White ever encountered a boat of Vikings before." Said the publisher

"Well in this story I thought I would turn the original Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs into Snow White and the Seven Vikings, give those little boys something good to read, instead of them reading books about princesses and princes all the time." Replied Wendy, "Well, that is a classic story Miss. Darling, I'm sure that people won't agree with you corrupting the classics with… with… Vikings..."

Wendy sat and looked at Mr. Robstein, "Well thank you for your time sir, I will let myself out." Said Wendy, She got up and took the book from Mr. Robstein and walked out of the door. She walked back to her apartment that she lived in, a few blocks from the publishing office. She started to think to herself. "Well I'm sorry sir if my book displeases you but most people I have showed it to thought that they would be more than willing to let their children read it, they found it energetic and fun." She thought of things she wished she would have said, but she knew that she would never get any books published if she told the publisher off now. She stopped in her thoughts and looked up at where she was walking and bumped right into a random stranger. "Oh I am so sorry sir, I should be watching where I am going." She told him "That's quite alright madam." Replied the man, she kept walking a finally made her was to her apartment. She was happy when she got to the door steps because the winter air was starting to kick in and she was getting colder by the minute.

She got her mail from her letterbox and walked up to her door, unlocked it, and walked in. "Bills, bills, junk…" she stopped and looked at a letter addressed to her with no return address. "What is this?" she whispered under her breath. She ripped the envelope open and took out the letter that it contained.

Dear Miss. Darling,

I have recently gotten a hand of your copy "Captain Kins Travels" I quite enjoyed the book, and I shared it with my seven year old son and it is now one of his favorite books. My name is Henry Graham and I work in a publishing company in Edinburgh and so I gave it to my boss to read and he thought it was also very good and he would love to publish it for all the children in the world to read. He told me to write this letter to you since I was the one to show him the book. Please write back with a response to our offer and we will construct this matter further.

Yours truly, Henry Graham

Wendy could no comprehend what she had just read, her face held no expression. She thought about it for a moment. "I'm going to be a published author." She said out loud. "I'm going to be a published author"! She started yelling with joy and jumping about the room.

She then calmed herself and saw that there was an address attached to the letter, she sat down and started to write a response.

Wendy's first book was published, and she had the copy mailed to her. It was Christmas Eve when she got the book in the mail; she thought it was a fitting Christmas present.

Wendy always went home for Christmas so she as she was heading out she picked up the book to take with her so she could gloat about her new success to her family.

There was a knock on the door at the Darling household, John got up and walked to answer it. He poked his head around the large wooden door, "Hello?" he said. "John!" Wendy screamed, dropped her luggage and gave John a long awaited hug. Her brother and her had not seen or spoken to each other in months since she was busy with her book and him with his schooling. "My dear sister, how have you been?" he asked her. "Wonderful and I bring wonderful news." John looked like he was going to burst with excitement at the news that Wendy was about to share. Wendy walked in with her things and set them down in the foyer and then walked into the living room with John to find the rest of the family. Her parents were sitting together on the couch and Michael was sitting in a chair beside the piano. Aunt Millicent was there with Slightly, who was about eighteen or nineteen now. "Oh my, it is so nice to see all of you again." Said Wendy, she gave a hug to everyone and then took off her coat and bonnet. "So what wonderful news do you bring dear sister?" asked John "Oh, my dear, what has happened?" asked Mrs. Darling. Wendy grinned and started to tell them the story of Mr. Graham and what he has done for her. She then went to grab the evidence that she had received earlier today. Wendy held up her book to everyone with eager anticipation. Aunt Millicent never liked the idea of Wendy wasting her time on writing novels but she thought that it was a well written children's book when she finally say the finished product in her hands. "By golly Wendy that's spectacular, I would have marveled at that book when I was younger." Said Tootles, Wend smiled at him because she knew that it was true, he would have loved any book about an adventuresome pirate. The rest of them all got to look at the book and they were all very happy for her accomplishment.

Pretty soon dinner was ready and everyone washed up and moved the party to the dinner table. The feast that was ahead of them was stupendous. Mrs. Darling had over done herself, but she insisted it was no trouble at all. They said grace and started to dig into the meal.

It was time for bed and everyone got changed into the night clothes and got ready for retreating for bed. Usually when Wendy came home for the night or more than that she would get the room that now belonged to Michael because that was hers before it was his, but since Michael had taken over that room she had to join John and Slightly in the nursery.

She had not gone into the nursery in so long maybe six years or so ago. She did not want to recall the last events that took place in that very room.

Wendy walked as one condemned

She walked into the nursery and was blow away with the memories of a childhood adventure. She saw her bed, the heart that was cut out at the foot of it. She remembered sitting in her bed.

"Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams."

She shook the memory away. But then saw the dog house with "Nana" is capital letter at the top of the entrance door. She sighed remembering the best nurse in the world, who had passed a few years ago. Then the last thing that she looked at was the large window with the stained glass design on it. She walked toward it and put her hand against the glass and closed her eyes.

"Come away with me. Come away and you'll never, ever have to worry about grown up things again."

"Peter…" She whispered to herself that was the first time she had said his name in nine years. Just then she was not alone in the nursery. Slightly walked in and spotted Wendy looking out the window. "What' cha doing Wendy?" he asked her. Wendy turned around to look at Slightly "Just remembering I guess." She said.

"We all think about him you know, it is normal to think about him once and a while." Slightly said sympathetically. Wendy looked at the ground "Yes, I suppose you are right." She walked to her bed and got under the covers and wanted to fall asleep right then and there, but she couldn't because being in this room reminded her of a boy that she did not want to remember.

Wendy must have dozed off because she opened her eyes again and noticed that John and Slightly were fast asleep in their beds. Wendy sat up in her bed and looked at the window once again. "Why didn't you come home with me?" she thought. "Life would have been much more, simple with you around." She then looked at the dresser that used to be hers and she got out of bed and walked over to it. She opened the top drawer and took out a little wooden box. She opened the book and found it just as she left it.

A kiss

She held the necklace with the unknown type of nut attached to it and held it close to her. She then unclasped the clasp and put it around her neck and closed the clasp to let it sit where it once had a long time ago.

Wendy never took that "kiss" off for as long as she remembered, then one day she came to the conclusion that Peter Pan was never going to walk through the nursery window again and she finally took the necklace off and put it in that box and that's where it remained, until now.

Wendy walked back to her bed and sat up for a while until she got tired again. She was just about to fall asleep again when a flash of light that flew by the nursery window. It flew as fast as a bee or humming bird.

Her stomach began to turn and turn again, her heart pounded faster than ever. She was wide awake now. She waited, waited for peter to fly in. She knew it would be too late to ever love him in the right way because she was much too old but she wanted to see him, wanted to know that he is still alive and he is alright, but nothing happened.