Anger built up in Jane the moment she saw him. She was sure she was turning red, but she didn't care. She balled her hands into fists, ready to take the next person to speak to her, but they knew better than to provoke her. The boys were a bit afraid of her; they hadn't seen this much anger, not even on Tinker Bell.

"I told you so!" Jane exploded. "Did you listen to me? No! Are you insane? You could have been killed! I can't believe you just did that!"

"Jane," Peter said softly, hovering by her side.

"No! Go away!" Jane pushed him away. She sat on the bearskin bed, her back to the boys. She put her face in her hands and told herself she wasn't going to cry. She had being crying too much lately.

"Jane." Peter tried again, flying in front of her. "Jane, I- I'm sorry. Really, Jane, I am." Peter smiled weakly. "I...I guess I should have listened to you."

"Yes, you should have." The anger left Jane's voice. "I was worried. Hook almost got you."

"Yeah, but he didn't. You should have seen it! There I was, pinned to the ground," Peter began narrating his story; the Lost Boys crowded around their leader, eager to hear the story even though they had just seen it. "Hook got his sword ready for the final blow. I didn't know what to do! Hook's crew had the Lost Boys and Tinker Bell and I couldn't fly away!" The Lost Boys gasped. "So Hook said, 'Any last words, boy?' and I said, 'Yeah, watch this!' and I kicked Hook off of me and he went flying across the the ship, but before he went across the ship, he got me!" Peter showed his audience the deep stab on his hand. The Lost Boys "ooh"ed in amazement.

"Peter!" Jane exclaimed, staring at the cut. "Hasn't it stopped bleeding?"

"Huh...I guess not," Peter said, glancing at his hand, then continued. "So then-"

"You need stitches," Jane announced, "or the bleeding won't stop and you'll get infected."

"It's fine," Peter said, wanting to continue his story.

"Peter!" The anger came back into Jane. Peter sat on the bed, beside Jane, not wanting to anger her anymore. "Right, then. I need some string. Oh, and a needle!"

"Got it!" One of the twins exclaimed. One of them had climbed on the other's shoulders to reach Tinker Bell's knothole. She angrily pulled on one of the twins' ears.

"Thank you," Jane took the needle and string from the twin's hand. She put the string through the eye of the needle. "Now, this might hurt...a lot."

"Nah, Wendy sewed my shadow on and it didn't hurt one bit!" Peter said.

"Oh." Jane had heard that story so many times, but she only thought her mother was making it up. Jane put the needle through his skin and she felt his hand tense. She put the needle through the other side. She looked up to see his jaw was clenched. She knew he was trying not to show pain in front of the Lost Boys.

It was a long few minutes, but the cut was stitched together and she was sure the bleeding would stop. She smiled proudly at her work and reminded herself to never tell Peter it was her first time giving stitches.

"Great! Let's go after that old codfish!" Peter exclaimed.

"No!" Jane said. "You're going to stay here so you won't rip your stitches."

"You're not fun," Peter muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

Jane did feel bad for keeping Peter in captivity, but it was for his own good. She thought back to what her mother would do when she had to stay in bed. Wendy would tell stories, but Jane wasn't very good at telling stories.

It was as if Peter had read Jane's mind.

"Tell us a story!" Peter demanded.

The Lost Boys sat around Jane, all staring up at her. Jane gulped loudly and stared at the boys who eagerly looked up at her. She tried to think of a story her mother had told her, but her mind went blank. She forced herself to think, until finally, she had one.

"Right..I'm...I'm going to tell you the story of Cinderella," Jane said slowly.

The Lost Boys cheered with delight, waiting to hear the story.

"Uh...once upon a time, there lived...a girl named Cinderella and she did housework all day and she was sad. Then there was a ball and she went...why did she go...oh, yes! She got magic slippers, but one fell, but the prince found her and they lived happily ever after the end!" Jane quickly finished the story. The Lost Boys looked offended by the story. It lacked...well, everything. It sounded nothing like Wendy's stories.

"You call that a story?" Peter spoke for the boys.

"I'm not very good at telling stories, I'm afraid," Jane said, shyly. "Are...are any of you?"

The Lost Boys looked at each other. Slightly loved telling stories of what he could remember of home before he left for Neverland, but it often turned into bragging that he could remember his family the best. Nibs got distracted far too easily and the Twins always finished each other's sentences and it got annoying after a while of hearing them talk. Tootles...well, Tootles didn't talk. It was unknown if he was born mute, never learned or simply didn't have anything to say. Cubby was far too shy to talk in front of the boys, in fear they wouldn't like his story and find something to throw at him.

The Lost Boys faced Jane and they shook their heads at the same time.

"Oh, but you must!" Jane went on her knees, opening her arms to invite Tootles to her lap. "Mother told me of all your adventures. There must be something she was never told."

"I know a story and a good one too," Peter announced. Peter stood in front of everybody. "It was a dark and stormy night..."