Wendy packed that night, tears streaming down her face as she tried to decide what the most important things were. Everything else, she'd have to leave behind.
Not much fit into the large bag that she had found stuffed in the back of her wardrobe, and what did wasn't so much sentimental as it was necessary. She had an extra dress, and another pair of nightclothes, but she sacrificed her coat for a few books; story collections that John and Michael had enjoyed before Peter Pan had taken them away from her.
Wendy looked around the room hopelessly, and sat down on her bed. Her window was open again; it was always open. Peter got angry when it was closed, so, after he left, she had opened it again.
She put her face in her hands to wiper her tears. When she opened them again, Peter was standing in front of her, ankles and arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.
"Ready?" He raised an eyebrow, observing her disheveled state as she looked at him in obvious confusion. He rolled his eyes, and elaborated as though she was a small child. "To go to Neverland, Bird."
Wendy froze. For the first time that night, she spoke up, her voice quiet and meek. "I get to say goodbye."
He looked puzzled, but she saw the glint in his eye. He was enjoying this. "Why would I let you do that?"
She tried to be brave, but it was hard when he was staring at her as though she were a simpleton. "I don't know." Wendy hated herself for not being courageous.
Peter nodded, still speaking down to her. "That wouldn't make any sense, would it Bird?"
Wendy shook her head and looked down to the ground, her toes curled and pressed to the bedroom floor. He wouldn't allow her the chance to escape, and, technically, it had been yesterday when he told her that he'd be taking her 'tomorrow'.
She stood up, walking mechanically to her bag, and picked it up with both hands. Peter held out a hand, stopping her, and his shadow flew in, taking it and flying away, Wendy didn't react.
He held his hand out to her, and she took it. It felt like she was signing her death sentence. One last time, she turned to look around her room, before Peter pulled her hard into his arms and flew out the window.