Wendy could remember the night she came back from Neverland better than she could remember anything. She had relived the moment so many times that it had seemed to have soldered itself into the front of her mind as clear as the day it had happened. Wendy missed her adventures in Neverland more than she could have ever believed it possible. She missed the excitement and the thrill. And those brief moments between the action when she could enjoy the peace and quiet for a few moments. She missed everything out Neverland but the thing that Wendy missed most of all was Peter. She missed everything about him from his dark eyes to his cheeky and arrogant manner. Every night, she would stare out her bedroom window at the stars, which seemed so much further away than they once had, as if hoping to see his familiar silhouette in the distance or the tiny darting light of Peter's vain little fairy Tinkerbell. Wendy had dreamed a thousand times about Peter coming back for her or even just chance for her to see him again but deep down she knew that he wasn't coming back. That he was away in Neverland having new, exciting adventures without her, that he may have even forgotten her. It was this knowledge that pained Wendy most of all. But through all of this Wendy's reason for her return still remained, she knew that her adventures had prepared her for one thing. They had been her chance to make the most of her childhood and appreciate the beauty of her youth before it was time for her to accept the fact that she must grow up. For all children grow up, accept one.
But even though Wendy knew she would probably never return to Neverland again, it didn't mean that she would ever let herself forget a single moment of the adventures that she had there. Every night before they went to bed she would tell her brothers stories of their adventures and the three of them would act them out. Reliving the moments in their minds and remembering every detail of each adventure. Then when all the excitement was over their nurse, Nanna, would tuck them up in bed where the adventures could continue in their dreams. Wendy's life had gone back to normal, as if she had never been away.
But after a few months everything began to change. Wendy was moved into her own room away from her brothers in order to concentrate on her work. Her parents also found her something else new, a pen pal who lived in America, Dorothy Ellis. Her mother and father had been talking and believed it would be a great idea for Wendy to have someone her age to talk to. Before long Wendy seemed to be spending more time writing to Dorothy than she did playing with her brothers. She felt that even though her and Dorothy had never met they seemed to have made a very strong bond between them. Wendy found herself confiding in Dorothy whenever she had a problem and Dorothy seemed to do the same for her. After Wendy had been writing to Dorothy for almost two months she found out some exciting news. Dorothy was coming over to England. Finally the two girls could meet and Wendy couldn't be more excited.