Wendy stood in front of her window; her eyes went misty as she stared out over the darkened London. She smiled and closed her eyes, which caused tears to fall steadily down her face. "Peter†Peter†Peter" she whispered into the snow struck air. A few snowflakes fell onto her window-sill. Just the sight of them sent a shiver down Wendy's spine. For every time it snowed, she feared that Peter was crying. This always upset Wendy deeply. The snow was falling so delicately, that it did look like tears, and this entranced Wendy. She walked out onto the balcony that Mr. Darling had enlarged to make it walk-able, though it was only a few feet. She pulled a small chair and a blanket onto the balcony. "Peter?" she whispered, letting the wind carry the sound away. She waited intently for a reply. She heard nothing. Wendy leaned against the back of her chair and closed her eyes. A smile crossed her face as she drifted peacefully to sleep.

Peter looked out over the edge of the building. "Wendy" he whispered, replying to her call to him. He smiled as he looked t her, her features unchanged by the wear and tear of time. "Wendy?" he whispered again, still hoping that she could hear him. But he already knew that she was too asleep to notice. He smiled as she delicately rolled over. He flew down from the balcony and whispered in her ear. "Come away with me... come away" He watched her lovingly as he walked into the room. He saw John and Michael, snoring and looking as childish as ever. A bit of laughter escaped his closed mouth. He then looked into the doghouse. He didn't see Nana, so he thought her to be somewhere else.

Wendy stirred a little in the chair. She opened her eyes and they were blurred by early morning crust. A smile grew across her face. She saw a leaf on the floor. She gasped.
"Peter" she said aloud. For she knew this was from his clothing, and her face lit up with glee. She jumped up and down as she noticed a figure in the doghouse, though it wasn't Nana. She approached the doghouse, and peered inside. "Peter!" she said loudly, shaking him gently.

Peter awoke with a startle. He almost instantly pulled his dagger out if it's little case, and held it at the ready. He had forgotten where he was. He bumped his head on the doghouse's ceiling. He was now rubbing his head, and then it struck him. "Wendy?" he questioned, hoping he was right. He crawled out of the doghouse and stood up proudly, his hand still reaching around to the back of his neck. A smile grew on Peter's face. He reached out to Wendy, touching her face. He had almost forgotten her distinguished features.

Tears were running down Wendy's face. She reached out for Peter's hand, but he quickly pulled away.

"You haven't grown up have you Wendy?" Peter was still staring at her, he reached out and touched the acorn that remained on the gold chain. "Is that my kiss? Or is that of a grown boy?"

Wendy giggled at his jealous remark. "No Peter, that is your kiss, and I'm not grown up yet†see?" she twirled around in her new, blue lace nightgown.

"Do you have to grow up Wendy?" he smiled at her. Well, the smile was forced and his eyes showed great sadness and regret that he hadn't stayed with her to begin with. "Can't you just stay with me in Neverland?" He put on his happiest smile and his most cocky stance.

Wendy giggled yet again. Then her face became more serious. "Peter†I shan't†what about Mother and Father?" She stopped an looked over at him. "They were dreadfully sad the last time that I left." Wendy walked back over to the balcony. She was missing something†it was eating away at her. Suddenly she remembered. "Where's Tink?" she said anxiously. Even though that little faerie hated her with all her heart, Wendy just couldn't wait to see her again.

"Tink? Oh†she should be on her way" He walked over to the balcony and flew over the edge. "There's a new pirate aboard that Jolly Roger" Peter said. He looked into her with his beautiful eyes. Everything went quiet until the faint sound of bells jingling somewhere off in the distance. It wasn't just one set of bells though, it was tow. As the two sounds reached the balcony, you could see two forms. One was a yellow-green, and the other was a blue-purple.

"Who are they Peter?" she said this, already knowing that one was Tink, but who was the other?

"You really have been gone a while huh Wendy?" He smiled at her as one of the faeries, specifically the yellow, landed on his shoulder. "Wendy†This is Tinker Bell, and that's Shadow Myth, Tink's daughter"