"God dam you Peter!" he looked ashamed but smiled wryly. Tink was at the end of her wits. "Can't you just let it go? She's gone and you're here. We need you more than that bitch." He wasn't smiling anymore. "You're very selfish tink. You and I both know this has nothing to do with the lost boys or anyone else on this island. You can't have me for your own for all time. I'm not a fairy. I realize that I'm barely human but there are parts of me that I can't ignore anymore. I'm having a hard time letting everything go. She wants what I have and I want what she's got. I just want to meet somewhere in the middle." Peter didn't know if that was possible but he had to know, what if. Before Peter sometimes didn't notice the sun setting and rising in Neverland. His childish adventures were enough to keep his mind consumed with unconscious happy thoughts. He could always fly. Flight. It eluded him. Afflicted with a condition that came and went. Returning to England. That was a happy thought. Ascending up above the island. Bursting through the wisps of damp clouds, the sun shining and then disappearing behind him. Sparkling stars beginning to emerge around him. Gray, then purple, then blue and black. The city coming into view below. A dark mass of artificial light. A beacon to follow down to her window. Big Ben, the arrow on England's compass pointing directly at the Darlings house. These thoughts kept him in the air. He could travel through Neverland on just a tiny gust of wind carrying these thoughts. Wendy's window pane was right in front of him. Always. An impenetrable piece of glass streaked with memories. His happiest ever.