It had been a week since Wendy and her brothers returned home to the nursery. John and Michael, being younger and more excitable, got right back into the swing of things at home in dreary London. They did not seem to miss their adventures in Neverland. They played just as rambunctiously as ever. Having lived out the adventure they'd always dreamed of did not depress them the way it did for Wendy. She was older, and she could understand the very grown up implications of their experience. They'd had a once in a lifetime adventure. And while the boys cherished the memory and were compelled to play make believe even more urgently then before, all Wendy could think about was the 'once in a lifetime' of it all.
She knew she would never see mermaids again, or pirates, or indians. She was haunted by the knowledge that she would never lay in the clouds again, never fly again, and most devastatingly, never love again.
It was past midnight, John and Michael had long since gone to bed and Wendy sat awake in the rocking chair by the window. She could not sleep, her mind full of memories of her time in Neverland. She recounted every bit of it over and over again. Remembering every detail in hopes of reliving the adventure.
This had been her nightly routine ever since returning to London. She was torn; in Neverland, she missed home and her Mother, but at home, she could not help but long for endless adventures in Neverland.
Finally around 2 o'clock in the morning, Wendy drifted off to sleep.
Peter Pan had been watching her closely every night since returning the Darlings' to the nursery; and he too, had developed a nightly routine.
At 2 o'clock, he silently pushed the window open and entered the nursery. He gently lifted Wendy from the rocking chair and tucked her into her bed.
While Wendy had been dreaming of adventure, Pan had been dreaming of Wendy. He could not explain, or even understand for himself why his thoughts always drifted back to the girl, but he knew it was a powerful thing. A thing that pulled him back to London, and her window night after night.