London, Late Victorian Era
A figure crouched in the tree outside a window at the darling house. He leapt from the tree branch that he was resting on, to the sill of the window across from him. He landed with unexpected grace and ease, and slid to the very edge, out of sight. Hesitantly, he knocked on the window hoping that he had found the right house and window. Wendy heard the knock and bounded out of bed to the window, unlatching it and throwing it open, expecting to see the familiar face of Peter Pan. The figure that was hanging on the sill next to the window came up and popped through the window, quickly and gently covering Wendy's mouth with his hand.
"Shhh. I'm not hear to hurt you. I just want to talk to you." he said while flicking back the hood of his traveling cloak. " I believe you met my father, James Hook."
Wendy let out a gasp and started to scramble away, after kicking the young man in the shin. She couldn't comprehend what he just said. " The son of Captain Hook? That's impossible! Who could have loved such a man?" she shot back at him.
"Keep your voice down! I don't want anyone to know I'm here. My stepfather thinks I'm out with friends from school, causing mayhem and disruption." He whispered quickly back.
Wendy realized that she recognized the face and voice. "Jameson? Jameson Ash? Oh my gosh! How did you find my house?!"
" I live in the area, and I always walk around at night. Nobody bothers me, especially when I walk around these kinds of neighborhoods. The rich folk, no offense, are always in their houses and don't pay attention to me. We're getting off topic. The reason I came here is with a warning and to tell you the truth about James hook. Peter Pan is coming tonight, off schedule and is going to take you to Neverland. This time though something's wrong with him. He's...angry about something. And I'm afraid that he might try to do something to get back at me and my family name."
"Peter doesn't really get angry though, at least not that I've seen." Wendy explained, "I never really knew that it was possible for him to get angry with anyone."
"Obviously, you've never seen him angry. He wouldn't show that side to you. It's a very dangerous and complicated side of him. I've met him before when he's angry. He gave me this." He said back, rolling up his sleeve showing her a long scar running from one side of his forearm to his upper bicep. "This is what happens when you get Peter Pan angry. The reason I came here was not to have a sob story over peter pan's emotional issues. I want you to know the story behind my father. Now, no interruptions, okay? This is important." He explained quickly to her.
"Alright, Jameson. You don't have to treat me like a little kid, I am twenty-five." She shot back.