She walked there, step by step.
Her hand's shook, but only a bit.
She repressed her fears,
and put on her mask.
She was going to save her son.
They had been idiots,
Greg and Tamara.
They had thought that they could take him away.
But they were wrong, and now they were going to pay.
She was concerned for him though.
The place that he had been taken to,
was anything but a pleasant place.
And he could,
no he would,
be hurt. And she couldn't bear that.
But, what else could she do?
She may be his mother,
And she may have concern about her son,
but she didn't know how to save him.
Not even with the help of the dark one.
But she had to.
She knew this now.
She had to be strong.
She had to be brave.
Otherwise Henry would be lost to a terrible fate.
Neverland, the ungodly place.
All she felt in that moment,
every fear she ever had,
came together, to give her an overwhelming emotion.
Concern for her son's fate.
He would be saved.