Set when Wendy is an adult!
This is a monologue, so I hope you understand why it's very one sided.
Enjoy!
Oh hello there.
When did you get here?
Well, miss, see those little headstones? I was just about to dig new graves for the children who were lost at night. Should I dig one for you too? You seem to be wandering around a bit. But you would have to stay lost for a place in Kensington Gardens.
Have I met you before? Your face is striking. You look a bit too old for a child though. Only children get lost and end up here.
Wendy Moira Angela Darling? That's quite a name, miss. I met A Wendy once before. But she chose to grow up. She has forgotten how to fly, and have chosen a man to father a child. I'm sorry, miss. But I don't think I've seen you before. The Wendy I met was a child as I was and am, and you are not.
How did you come here? Dreams, you say. Did you fly in your dreams? …..Thought of me? Miss, we never met before. How is it that you thought of me? Faith! Trust! Happy thoughts, and pixie dust! Ay, miss, I am a boy who refuses to grow up, I would have to make room for more memories in this never-ending age! I've never
forgotten you, for I've never met you. But I am meeting you now. Am I making sense in your adult mind, miss? Oh right, you are a missus. A missus with children, but instead of her young in Kensington Gardens, it is the mother!
Missus, Wendy, you say, you ought to go back to your children now, or in turn they will be one of the children who owns a headstone in one of these graves. Goodbye and good day!
A thimble is quite odd for a parting gift, missus.