The Crane vs The Hook

Chapter 1

Grandpa Peters Grandaughter

June 22nd 2059

London England

From the journal of Joshua Barrie

It is snowing again, while I write this; But it has to be written, word for word, else Master Peter will hurt my family in some manner. I chose to write this, not just because of threats against me or my family, but because I want to write it. This my son, is for you to share with the world. When my tale is told, you can publish it as needed.

"Are you listening ?" I asked my son, at his nod I continued "Good. Then let us begin...

December 22nd 2045

London England, Kensington Gardens

It has always been told about the tale of the boy that could fly and never grow up. Then, he did. Peter Pan, grew up, and had two children. Jack and his sister Maggie. Then Hook came, when Jack was only ten years old and Maggie seven. Peter went to rescue them, and and while there, he found who he truly was, the boy he had hidden away because of the business man he had become away from Neverland. He had found his happy thought, his family was his happy thought.

But now, Peter Banning was very old, yet still hale. He had several grandchildren. But only one of them, a white haired girl everyone called Crane, mostly because of her favorite bird, and from afar she looked like one herself, was Peters personal favorite, she was his only daughter Maggie's only daughter of three children.

What made Crane so special was a very unuseual birthmark on her left arm, a odd cut, similar to Peters own wound from Hook fifty years before. It confused the doctors at her birth. Yet. She seemed perfectly fine aside from the strange wound mark. Which the doctors called the infant girls birthmark. As she grew older, the mark occasionally bled at times for no reason whatsoever once a year around Christmas.

Over the last 50 years since his return from facing Hook, this was the eighteenth year since Cranes birth, Peter Banning, known only to his family as the legendary Peter Pan, they kept it a family secret. Visited and spent as much time as possible with his children, his grandchildren, and soon in his sons family, his great-grandchildren! Already Jacks oldest son Mike and his wife Pauline were expecting twins. Not even in into their second year of mariage!

But it was his daughters only daughter, Crane, that drew most of his attention at every family reunion trip to London. Every year about that time, the odd birthmark would bleed just a little to be more then a simple nusciance, but not spoil the fun to be had with the massive family, already thirty members strong and still growing. But since the last vacation that her parents and her brothers went on. Crane hadn't been sleeping well, so now Peter was worried for his granddaughter, who was now eightteen years old, and a woman any man would want. Yet Crane had a friend since childhood. A man from her own country as her father Max. The Eightteen year old Chinese beauty drew Peters eyes to the door when she and her parents entered the Kensington Gardens homestead on that snowy night a full week before Christmas.

It was a good drive from the airport to the house at Kensington Gardens, on the way, the five members of the family rented a car, Max drove. Weaving the car through London traffic like a master cab driver. Snow fell in large wet flakes. It was dangerous driving for sure. Crane paid little heed as she was more focused on her wireless uplink to the Animus software, the Journies, downloadable content for mobile was on her mind at that moment, and it was a mobile version of the Animus system for wrist phones. Of which Crane had a pair.

Max drove down a winding lane from the airport in the thick snow, asking periodically for directions, At one point Crane mentioned the snowfall was less the closer they got to Grandpa Peters place. She was right, as her father turned onto the lane that held their destination; the snow had all but stopped.

During the flight, Crane had to fight with herself to keep from starting a fire on the plane, and even then it was hard to not play with any of the other Spirit Pearls she possessed. So instead she was using her wristphone as much as she was able including the mobile Animus technology that she also had. It was not until she was in the car her father rented did she start playing with the elements; to which her brother Connor spoke up saying simply "Mom, Crane's nervous." Tattletale, Crane thought. It was true though, she was nervous, planes naturally made her nervous.

"Relax" Maggie Han, the daughter of the Legendary Peter Pan, Crane's grandfathher, said from the front seat. "Crane; cut back on the heat will you sweetie ? You're making your father drive faster then the speed limit" Max drove along, he smirked at his wifes words, he said nothing however as he drove, scared half to death of what his daughter was able to do with her... gifts.

Doctors were unable to explain it, some even said it was gifted to her not because of the work she did for Abstergo Entertainment, but because of her bloodline, Peter Banning, her grandfather, as he was publicly known, was a good man, and very influental when it came to money and how to deal with companies and government. In fact if it were not his father in law, Max would have never taken up the parenting of Crane, seemingly a blessing to him and his wife Maggie, when Peter and his family visited Shanghai for a weekend, the then fifteen year old Max and fourteen year old Maggie were both smitten. Peter advised them to get to know each other more before figuring if they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

Amazingly, after five long years, Max popped the question, Maggie had said yes. Not a fullyear later they were married, and within a year after that, Crane was born. That same time some weird event occurred in centeral China. The legends spoke of a Demon Holding Tower of some form, hidden within the dense woods of China's countryside.

Just moments before Crane's birth there was an amazingly wonderous sight in the skies over Shanghai, Five differnet items had appeared into a unique five star image that spun briefly before fading away. None knew what to make of it, or why it had appeared in the first place. But Max knew in his heart something important had happened, moments later, his first child, a girl, with brilliant white hair, was born. They named her Crane; as it was Max's favorite bird, and that Maggie wanted him to name their firstborn child.

"We're here" he finally said as he pulled to a halt in a parking space out in front of 303 Kensington Gardens. Before unlocking the doors he turned in his seat "Guys, remember, it is Crane's birthday today, that's not only why we're here. We spend every christmas with Maggies parents, so be on your best behaviours. Understand ?" Max looked to each of his three kids. Crane was most attentive, trying to see through the oncoming snow at the house where her grandparents lived. Her two younger brothers, Connor and Edward, seemed bored with the whole thing. But the three nodded. Max unlocked the doors and they all stepped out of the car into the brisk freezing air.

Crane took a deep breath, her arm throbbed slightly as she clinched her fist. She was ready. Eighteen years before was her birthday, her first birthday, the day and time she was first born and given her name. Now, she was here, at her grandparents home. It was time to face the music. Grandpa never knew of what Crane did for Abstergo Entertainment, nor did he know of her other gifts, she hid them well. But she felt ashamed for keeping secrets from her grandfather. Her father went to the door and knocked, the butler opened the door and bade for them to enter.

As the family of five entered the house. Peter stood up from his chair in the livingroom, and went to his daughter Maggie. Taking her into a hug that spun her around the room briefly, a firm handshake to Cranes father, Then lastly a grandfather hug to herself. "Hello Crane, how is the arm?" Peter asked softly. Crane was thanful that he did not ask of her other gifts. Her parents never told, or had they ?

"Better then last year" She replied, though partly true and mostly false, her arm had bled enough to send her to the hospital three days before the trip, thankfully it wasn't in a cast, it was not even a bandage at that moment either. Her brown eyes took in who was there, Uncle Jack was not yet there, his two younger sons Josh and Tim however had just arrived and still had their bags with them. Mike was running late as her cousin-in-law Pauline was with child, it was possible they'd not arrive until after Christmas and with their newborn kids.

Grandma Moira, Grandpa Peters wife and mother of Uncle Jack and her mother, called from the kitchen, "Dinner is almost ready!" Grandmother Moira came from the kitchen, hugged her daughter tightly, it had been nearly fifty years since that fateful event with Hook. And only seven years since Grandma Wendy had passed away at the nice age of a hundred and twelve years. Most of the family went to the dining room,her mother and father taking with them some food they had bought on the way from the airport to help cook.

But Crane took hold of her grandfathers arm, "Grandpa, Can I ask you something?" She knew his happy thought, she was pretty sure she was part of it as well since it was his family as a whole. But there was something nagging at her, something important.

"Sure, Crane" Peter said, motioning to a seat on a nearby couch, once they had sat down, he said to her. "What's on your mind ?"

"I had a dream last night during the flight, unlike any dream I've ever had before." She expained her dream to her grandfather as best she could remember. It was not exactly a dream per sei, more like a memory relived. "There were young boys, about my age and younger. one or two older, but all of them sweet and working together. Wanting to help each other. Defend each other, one of them even had a large garden clock in his his room where he slept inside a great large tree." She however kept the bit about her flying to herself, though Grandpa Peter figured Tink had a hand in it

One thought entered Peters mind, he thought about the boys so much he knew he'd never ever forget them again. The Lost Boys, his granddaugter had a dream about them. Crane continued. "But what was most confusing was, I could fly in that dream by use of fairy dust, none of my dreams where like it before, so real and alive. So vivd. So... beautiful"

Peter had no way to answer, he had a important party in honor of Grandma Wendy to go to that night, he was unable to fully focus now. It was through Wendy herself he found his happy thought. Without thinking it he asked Crane quietly. "Did you see a man, old yet still hale like myself ? Calling himself Tootles ?"

"You mean Uncle Tootles ?" Crane knew of the story as her grandfather told it, her mother and uncle as well, Uncle Tootles had flown off, 'To Neverland' she was told as a young girl when she heard the story of how her parents had been to Neverland and prisoners of Captain Hook. Crane nodded, "Yes, I saw him, he was tending to a garden, beautiful roses, tulips, and bright pink Westerlilies too!" Peter could tell that his granddaughter liked Lilies, even moreso of Westerlilies. He could see the wistfulness in Cranes eyes at the mention of such wonderful flowers. Yet her father was allerige to them, which made her want them all the more.

But Peter knew the truth, Cranes father Max, hated flowers of all kinds, faking that he was allergic to them to keep his family from buying them. Using fake flowers instead. "Come lets eat, when dinner is done, I have a very important gift for you." Peter stood up, and held out his hand for Crane to take to be helped up. After all it was her birthday.

The idea of a gift made her wonder what it was as Grandpa Peter went upstairs briefly and returned when she had finished eating. He carried a small-ish box. Crane was born on that day eighteen years ago, so every year she got a gift from her grandparents, her uncle, her cousins and her parents. But this gift would blow all those other gifts out of the water as her mother and uncle set the long thin box on the table in front of her. she opened the box and stared at what was inside of it. A beautiful white sheathed sword. A sword she had wanted two years before. But was too young to get it. Peter smiled standing next to his wife. He'd been told of the weapons need by his granddaughter two years before, and had seecretly bought it just after the family had left for home. He kept it hidden for two years since.

Crane picked up the weapon gently from the box, her father moved the box to the floor. Crane felt the whight of the weapon, it was a real combat ready blade. Light as a feather, it felt as if it belonged to her. "Its beautiful." She said. She nearly choked when she saw what her mother set on the table, the scent alone was so real, just like her dream. "Westerlilies ?" Now she was happy. "Mother, they're beautiful! Thankyou." With that thought Crane turned her attention back to her new sword. She placed her hand on the hilt. It felt just right. With a firm grip Crane drew the weapon from its sheath. The bright silver blade was triple edged and had the appearance of a wedge, sharp on three sides.

"Look closely at the blade" Uncle Jack said quietly. When Crane did so she stared at the beautiful etched design of a Crane on the water. It was truly beautiful. There was writing on the blade as well, writing Crane easily recognised as Chinese Traditional. She could read it clearly. It was her favorite poem.

Peter found himself thinking of Tootles, Crane had seen him in her dream, now all he had to do was make a speech in honor of Wendy, seven years ago she had passed on. But with his mind on Tootles and the Boys, it was hard to focus for the moment But she never saw what had come to light of that honor dinner nearly fifty years before.

The Hospital in honor of Wendy, the Wendy Darling Children's Hospital of London was celebrating its offical grand opening the next morning, and tonight was the offical honoring of Grandma Wendy, a private party for those she had helped make families for. He found himself wondering how the Lost Boys were doing. He gave his wife a firm shoulder squeeze before wandering off to the balcony upstairs that Tink had flown in like a bullet from Nowhere, {which was later known to Peter in solid bedrock memory as Neverland} He found himself wondering how everyone at Neverland was.

He shook his head. He had a speech to get ready for, he turned and left the balcony room. Ever since the event with Hook the balcony had been expanded, now it was a beautiful door wall allowing Jack and Maggie to wander freely outside and in without worry. Peter himself spent so much time with his kids thereafter, it was a wonder he was able to keep his job. He had gotten promoted, but instead of staying in the office, he made time every day, every single day, to be with his family. He called them once a day over lunchtime even though he'd seen them at breakfast. It was insane.

Grandma Wendy even commented on it, Asking him once 'Boy, why do you see your family so much? you worry for them?' Peter replied 'No, I want to know they're near, They're my family, my happy thought is them.'Wendy said nothing more, she smiled faintly, Peter Pan had indeed returned.

Peter then got ready for that night, he had a walking cane. Crane had her own room just one more floor up, the top floor she called it, the skydome Peter had called it oroginally. Either way, it was Cranes bedroom whenver she visited the home. As he put on his suit jacket he noticed the book, 'Peter Pan and Wendy', sitting atop the dresser, the pages were old and brittle. It was truly worth something for its age.

But Peter never sold it, even though when pressed for money he was tempted to evaluate it and see how much it was worth. But he had chosen against it. Peter smiled as he picked up the book, his own smiling young face staring back at him with a goofy childiesh smile, yes, that was him on the cover alright. It would always be him on the cover. Even that day so long ago when he refused to believe it, it was him, the Boy who would never grow up, but he did grow up. He had two children of his own, who now had kids of their own.

Peter went downstairs, carrying his tie, his son helped him put it on. "Leaving so soon Grandpa ?" Crane asked she had placed her sword in her room on her bed and was holding one of the many Westerlilies in her hand, her Father had made a crown of sorts and put it in her hair for her. Mostly at her mothers insistance that he do so.

"Unfortunately, yes I am." Peter replied. "But don't worry, I'll call you all when I arrive there, and also when dinner is served, and also when I'm about to leave to come home." He hugged Crane tightly, and also his other grandkids as well. "So keep your wristphone ready." No doubt the rest would be asleep when he got home, but he knew for sure that Crane would be waiting for him to get back. She always waited for him when she could not go along with him.

The foursome then said their goodbyes and left orders with the servants. Crane watched her grandfather leave, staying on the steps of the house until his car turned the corner down the road before returning into the home.

Crane then went up to the skydome room where she'd sleep that night once again, the skydome was hers every time she came. She loved sleeping there under the stars, it was the only place where she could lay in bed looking at the stars wondering where the ceiling was and not have to worry of rainfall or even snowfall. She laid on her bed, holding the sword, fingers tracing over the designs along the edges,, the sheath. The ribbon. Her mind then shifted slightly. Images floating around her, goshtly, almost transparent.

The Bleeding Effect it was called, she suffered from it lately due to being in the Animus so much recently back home. They were paying her family good money, and they even installed it at their home, that way Crane was able to do the work as she liked to do it, in her bedroom. Though sometimes she had really weird dreams. But she told nobody about them. Thinking the dreams nomore than simple memories she had seen in the Animus.

The bleeding effect however, as it was known among the company, was actually more useful then most knew. Hey it helped her with her troubles almost daily as it was. But the flying. She could already do that even without fairy dust! So why was Tink in her dreams when she never met the fairy before ? The Animus had given Crane a remarkable gift.

The drive from home to the new hospital was a short one, though to Peter it felt to be a very long one. He hated leaving Crane, her brothers, her cousins, they were all more focused on sports and doing their own thing, whereas Crane was always focused on her grandfather or her personal workouts. Crane was, for the most part, built like a truck. Her parents were proud of the teen they were raising. But none of them truly knew what she really did for Abstergo, or the effect it was having on her, nor did any of them fully understand the true abilites of the Spirit Pearls.

Peter entered the grand ballroom of the hotel just across the street from the brand new Wendy Darling Children's Hospital. When he arrived outside many people shouted and cheered. Many clapped as the family arrived, Peter entered with his wife on his left arm, his black gold topped walking cane in his right hand, a nice tophat on his head, and also his son and daughter, their wife and husband with them right behind. They all took their seats at the table set up and slighytly above from the rest. At long last, Peter took his seat after hanging up his new iPhone19E that his son got for him that past summer. As promised he called Crane to let her know they had arrived.

It was a good hour before dinne was soon served, it was then that Peter called Crane the second time detailing what they were having. Crane wrote down everything in Grandma Wendy's massive cookbook file as she was told what the dinner was and how to make it.

Then, when everyone had eaten and taken their seats as expected, some called for the after dinner speech, Peter smiled and stood from his place, and with a bit of help, went to the stand to speak. "Good evening everyone." He said. "I want to first thank you all for coming, and here we are tonight, fifty years to the night when the model of the Wendy Darling Children's Hospital was unvieled for us all. It is finally finished. After many setbacks, delays, money problems, here we are. Finally celebrating and openiing offically, this new hospital." Everyone clapped.

Peters throat tightened slightly as he continued speaking. "Sadly, Wendy herself is not able to join us this night in person, but I am sure, as most of you are, she is here with us in spirit." Peter went on to explain that Grandma Wendy had passed away seven years before. He then said while lifting his glass that was brought to him from his seat. "I propose a toast. A toast to one we hold dear to our hearts." He raised his glass, "To Grandma Wendy, May she rest in peace." The ballroom responded "To Grandma Wendy!" They then had a moment of quiet in her memory.

Finally Peter spoke up again. "We have just over to our left. A door that leads into the new hospital made in Grandma Wendy's honor." Peter started to choke up as he spoke, after blowing his nose in front of everyone, he said that he was saddened that Wendy was not there. After being given a handheld mic Peter went over to the door, he called his son and daughter and wife over to him. there was a red ribbon across the door.

Peter spoke again. "It was through Grandma Wendy that I found what she said that I had first called them, my 'happy thoughts', And so, my happy thought, is because of Grandma Wendy that I am here, that I have a family to love and be with." The people begain to clap. "Wendy worked for us all, day in and day out, giving us a home when we were unable to get one for ourselves. It was all of us together that enabled this place to be built in her name. And so it is with great pride, and also sadness. That we cut the ribbon, and celebrate in Grandma Wendy's name." He handed the mic to a nearby butler, and motioned his own grown children forwards, taking the large pair of scissors from his wife he said quietly to his kids to cut the ribbon together.

With their faces all smiles, the two siblings went to the ribbon, and holding a part of the scissors, cut the ribbon offically opening the Wendy Darling Childrens Hospital of London. Everyone cheered.

Crane had been sitting in a crosslegged pose for nearly an hour since her grandfathers last call. Trying to focus her mind carefully to try and control the bleeding effect. It was bad enough her arm was bleeding a river again. Blood ran down her arm to her hand, dripping to the floor in red splotches off her finger tips. Memories flashed before he closed eyes, memories, genetically linked to herself, of Neverland.

Everything was so real. So... vivid. Her focus shifted slightly as she tried to move within the memory. But without control she found herself pulled towards an area. Fire, fire was everywhere, explsions rained around her. A massive pirate fleet of ships bearing down on London, canon fire raining down like rainfall from hell. It was a nightmare! No!

Her eyes exploded open, sweat beaded on her forehead. She stood up and moved to the bathroom. First to clean her arm, then to dry her forehead. She was barely out of the bathroom when at that same moment of the ribbon being cut that Crane noticed something out of the corner of her eye while cleaning her arm. She had changed clothes into a beautiful handmade kamino of dark magenta with pale pink and white Westerlilies embroidered into it.

Her grandmother and mother worked together to make the beatuiful outfit for her. And the sword only made her look more beautiful. Crane had opened one of the many windows to the Skyroom, removing the screen from the higher windows so that she could step onto the clear glass roof without worry of falling. It was that cold a night, but she was used to the freezing weather where her mother and father lived in northern China. All the more reason to keep a window or two open.

Crane stepped out onto the upper Skyroom balcony as whatever it was she saw blasted its way towards the house in Kensington Gardens like a golden bolt of lightning. Crane at first stared as Tink came to a halt atop the hilt of her sword. Fearing to say anything stupid, mostly out of shock. I have got to be dreaming; this has to be of the bleeding effect

Tink looked around slightly befuddled, she knew Peter had grown older in fifty years, but there was something odd about the girl before her, she stood tall and proud. Like a crane. Tink thought before spotting the slightest trickle of blood on Cranes left arm. "You're her! At last I found you! You look good too. A fighter ?"

"Hey, whoa, slow down, time out! What are you talking about ?" Crane said very quickly in order to try and understand what Tink was babbling about. Then she realised who she was talking to. "Wait a second. I know you. You must be Tinkerbell. Grandfathers faerie." She said crouching down to be eye level with Tink. "He told me about you." She said nothing of actually seeing Tink in her memories related work.

Tink was now more focused on Cranes arm, pulling at her sleeve to see the whole bleeding out birthmark. "Just as I thought. You've got the mark. You're her"

"What are you talking about ?" Crane asked. Almost gingerly lifting Tink off her birthmark. It had not stopped its bleeding since she tried to clean it. It was still rather sticky with dried blood.

"You got a name ? Sure you have a name, I can't call you Peters Grandkid all the time now can I ?!" Tink said, crossing her arms, she had gone to Kensington Gardens yearly trying to find Peters children to help with a problem at Neverland, but every time, they had forgotten her, well, the kids had, Peter however, she saw was a happy man, caring for his family, so she waited until the right time. And now this was it.

"Crane. I already know your name." Crane replied, formally introducing herself to the hyperactive fairy that was pretty much dancing on her right hand.

"Crane, you mean, like the bird ?" Tink asked, Crane nodded, "I thought so, ever wanted to face someone in a good fight?" Tink was looking to warn Peter that Hook had survived, he wasn't dead, he survived. And was causing troubles for the Lost Boys. Lots of troubles, which was why, once per year, she went back to look for Peter, or someone from his family to with her back to Neverland.

Crane smirked. "Lately I've been besting everyone I've been put into the ring against in all types of combat, martial arts, swords, axes, whatever anyone can really think of." she said to Tink. "Why do you ask ?" She had recently spearheaded the Wolfpack global system for Abstergo Entertainment. Which included martial and melee combat in addition to stealth and otherwise in the system.

"What about the guy that your grandfather fought ?" Tink said, meaning Hook. The fairy had her arms crossed. "The guy that gave him that mark." Tink pointed at Cranes bleeding arm.

Crane thought but a moment. Then asked. "You mean the guy with one hand and the hook for the other, long black hair, huge feather in his hat ?" Tink nodded, Crane smiled and cast a look at her brand new sword that Tink was perched upon. "What was his name ? James something..."

"Hook" Tink said.

"Hook ?"

Tink nodded, "You think you have the mettle enough to face him ? He survived, got a new bunch of pirates on his ship, and has been raiding a lot of places recently." Tink then explained recent goings on at Neverland, including dozens more ships and crews showing up and joining in on Hooks already expansive fleet.

Crane stood up looking towards the door, walking towards it for but a moment, then turned back to Tink. "What of my family ? How do I tell them where I went ? Leave a note ?" She started pacing as memories once more surfaced, this same memory, one hell of a trip of deja vu for the young woman. "I can't just leave a note. Nobody will understand it. But Grandfather, he promised he'd call before coming back. Let me at least wait until then ?"

"There is no time." Tink said sharply, she flew about the room as Crane paced. "We need to take down Hook before he can do something to harm everyone, not just the Lost Boys or your family directly. But everyone." It was the strength on the word everyone that had Cranes atttention. The world as a whole was at stake, Hook was planning to escape Neverland, and come for Peter to eliminate him once and for all.

"Got any ideas then ?" She went for the wristphone, putting on the device, the holographic display flickered over her left hand, marred slightly by blood, the image flickered a bit before focusing. It was time to call Grandpa. Hopefully he'd answer. When he did not, so she instead texted him three words. "Tink was here" then hit send. Hopefully he'd get it. "Because the only thing I can think of is three words. You were here."

"I got a better idea kiddo. Your grandfather knows of Neverland, your parents too, if you leave a note saying that you found Tink, and she needed your help, which I do, I am pretty sure they'll understand. At least your grandfather will." Tink started out the foor to the hall and stairs down to the lower levels of the house, she knew exactly what to do, she headed right for the room now used by Peter and Moira."I got an idea" was all the fairy said.

Crane followed Tink as the fairy went right to the dresser, thankfully not any further, Crane's cousins were all watching the news or playing video games on the new Animus System Crane helped beta test, and thankfully none of them saw Crane as she went past after a bright lightbulb. Tink went to where the book, Peter Pan and Wendy was located on the dresser, and delicately opened it ot the page showing a map of Neverland, using some pixie dust, Tink marked an X where the Lost Boys made their home. "There, your grandfather will know where you went. Come on lets go."

"Hey whoa, slow down Tink." Crane said, almost instantly taking charge. There was some stuff she had to do before she could just up and take off for Neverland. She went back to the Skyroom and shut the door behind her. Her sword still laid on the bed. "Two things before we go, I'm taking my sword with me, and secondly, how do we get there ?" Crane knew that she'd have to fly, but she couldn't help but ask.

"Silly, we fly, you've got the mark from Hook that he made to your grandfather thirty years ago, you inherited it. Somehow." Tink replied, she pointed out and retold the story on how Cranes grandfather had gotten that wound from Hook. This was going to be one heck of a trip down memory lane for sure.

Crane lifted her arm for Tink to see. "What this ? "She asked, clearly confused. "Mother always said it was a birthmark. Though every year about this time it bleeds a little, it was really bleeding a few days ago, enough to have me go to the hospital over night before coming here." Crane said rolling up her sleeve. Showing Tink the whole birthmark. Tink only nodded and perched on Cranes shoulder as the woman went back pacing within the skydome room. "This is surreal." Crane was saying, but she knew in her heart that Tink was real, and that she was indeed from Neverland. Which meant that the genetic memories monologue was all true. Now she was taking a trip down memory lane. Fifty years later.

Crane stepped out onto the balcony of the two floor skydome room. For a long moment she stared at the moon in the clouds above. Thinking carefully over what she was about to do. Tink watched the woman carefully. Had she made the right choice. Crane took a deep breath and let it out. Her choice finalised. She went to the hall and looked out, her brothers and cousins were once again playing video games. Good, they'd never notice her leaving.

Crane reentered her room and shut the door quietly behind her, perfering to leave it unlocked. She picked up Tink from her shoulder and set her on a higher point, eye level so to speak. "If... when Grandfather Peter finds the book open to the page you left it to. He will know where I went, Right ?"

"Yup" Tink replied with a firm nod. "I marked it too with fairy dust, so Peter will see it clearly. I even left a note for him too, he'll see it."

Crane nodded and went over to her sword and picked it up from the bed, wrapping the five meter long white ribbon tightly around her left hand and the sheath of the white sword, keeping a fim grip on both the scabbard and the sword itself so she would loose nither item in flight. She grunted as her arm bled a bit, since she was holding the weapon in her left hand, her wounded arm. Her weapon was secure. Though the white ribbon was now stained with her own blood.

She looked to Tink, she had an odd look in her eyes, a spark that Tink remembered seeing in Peters eyes before he went to fight Hook thirty years before. "Lets hunt some Hook" She said using a quote from one of her favorite movies as she spoke.

Tink smiled and sprinkled a bit of Faerie dust on Crane, saying simply "Think of a happy thought or two." But she didn't have the need to speak such words of advice, as Crane lifted off as she spoke, as the woman was already thinknig of her happy thought, Her grandfather, Peter Pan, the boy who could fly. The boy she was the grandaughter of. There was no way that happy thought would be taken from her. The pair lifted off and left Kingsonton Gardens, heading directly for Neverland.