Wendy sat in the nursery chair by the window watching a light in the distance come nearer and nearer. The light turned into silhouettes and Wendy's heart leapt at the sight of Jane coming home. Wendy jumped to her feet and stuck her head out the open window. "Jane!" she called out. Jane waved back to her mother and half-fell half-flew into the window nearly knocking Wendy off her feet. Wendy regained her balance and held Jane tightly in her arms. They each looked hard into each other's eyes then Wendy hugged her tight and set Jane down. Wendy went to the window to tell Peter he better bring her home on time or he'd have to do his spring cleanings without a mother. But, when Wendy reached the window the only sign of Peter was a tiny light twisting and turning merrily in the distance. Wendy laughed a bit to herself at the gay, innocent and heartless ways of Peter. She closed the window and turned around to face Jane- her eyes full of exciting stories to tell "I can't wait to go back next year." Jane said as she crawled into bed. Wendy tucked her under the sheets and Jane's eyes closed peacefully. Wendy smiled at her daughter. Jane's eye shot open almost with more electricity than they had before she closed them. "Oh, Mother." Jane started "it's changed so much. Peter hasn't a clue who James Hook is. But he has a new adventure Mother! He was fighting a Dragon and an escaped convict from London! There were fairies- old ones- by the hundreds. It was magnificent." Wendy smiled at Jane's enthusiasm. "It'll all be new when you go back next year too." "I won't have to wait that long Mother." Wendy looked puzzled so Jane continued "my dreams will take me back tonight."
It has been one year since Jane's first return from Neverland; her enthusiasm never fades. Her smile is always as big as it was when she flew in the window- with a thimble in the corner of her lips. "Tonight I go back." Jane told her Mother. "I know." Wendy was terrified. If Peter didn't come it would break Jane's heart- she couldn't let that happen yet there was nothing Wendy could do to help. "I know" she said again. The mother and daughter sat in the chair staring out the open window, waiting for Peter. An hour came and went and there was no sign of Peter. "He is coming." Jane said. "We'll see." They sat there all night. Midnight came and Wendy's attention was drawn away from the window to her daughter sitting next to her silently sobbing. "He-e did-dn't co-ome b-b-back." She said through choking sobs. Wendy got down on her knees before her daughter and looked straight into her hurt eyes knowing this was only the beginning- other things would harm Jane; other things that she couldn't control. "Jane, listen to me. Do you know why Peter forgot all about Hook?" Jane shook her head. "Because he can't love or hate, he can't be emotionally attached to somebody. He isn't mature enough. Peter is just a boy. Do not feel forgotten, feel pity for him- for Peter because he can never love someone. He can never be loved." Jane nodded understanding the burden that came with never growing up. She stopped sobbing and let the tears run down her face without a sound. She tried to force a smile for her mother's sake. Wendy hugged her daughter and they stayed like that until Jane fell asleep. Jane's last thoughts that night were regret, love, pity, respect and sympathy. It was these very thoughts that made sure Jane never went to Neverland again- not even in her dreams.
