PROLOGUE
"Straight until morning..," he whispered, barely getting the words out. He was exhausted; after the psychological attack he received, the barely conscious effort of performing a space warp to save himself from Keith's missile was incredibly draining. "Ship 047 to Neverland. This is a recorded message. Peter... please save me... and bring me... home, to Terra." He removed his finger from the recording button, hoping Peter Pan would receive his message and actually save him. He was all that was left for him. He couldn't go back home.
He was afraid. He didn't want his efforts to be useless, nor did he want to wander in space until he spent all of his resources, doomed to die of starvation or, if destiny was crueler than he anticipated, crash into a meteor. It was too early for him to give up, too early for him to die.
He closed his eyes and waited.
A/N: I am writing this for a friend. Don't tell her, this is a surprise.