The young boy was sleeping peacefully in his room, curled up with his blanket and the window slightly cracked. It was just another night. Just another town, nothing to fear.
He rolled over in his sleep and sighed, that's when the cold dark hands grasped his arms and yanked him out of bed. The boy's eyes shot open to meet red and he tried to speak, but nothing came out.
In a flash he was seeing an island, his home nowhere in sight "Mom!" He was finally able to cry "No! Let me go! I want to go back!"
"There's no going back." The familiar voice said "This IS home. Welcome to Neverland."
He heard that chuckle and bit his lip "Mom..."
"Come on boys! We've got work to do." He felt a hand clap him on the shoulder. And the laughter, the howling laughter of boys. One image flashed into his mind of a beach and a sunset.
"No..."
"Peter?" Jenna's voice called to him and the young boy's eyes opened.
"Peter?" There she was. Fine. Perfect. And he was with her. The seven-year-old wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"Mommy..."
"Heyyy." She calmed him and kissed his hair "It's just a dream."
"But-" he whimpered as tears sprung to his eyes
"They can't take you remember? I've got you." She stroked his little cheek and wiped his tears as he took a deep breath.
"You'll protect me?"
"Always..." Jenna promised "But remember Peter, there's no such thing as Neverland."
Her voice echoed through his mind.
Pan's eyes shot open and he looked up at the sky. He took a deep breath and swallowed thickly. He placed his hand over his chest and grabbed the little bottle he kept round his neck she'd given to him to catch bugs all those years ago. Now it was different
He closed his fist around it tightly and shut his eyes. Jenna was wrong. There was such thing as Neverland.
