Wendy

A while later, Wendy reached her home in London. She opened the windows to her room, climbed in, and tried to forget about Peter. This was an impossible task, she could not forget the only boy she had ever loved. Days passed, months passed, and years passed. Wendy never stopped thinking about Peter, and she never knew if he was still alive. She spent the next five years wondering about Neverland, and if her only love would ever come back to London.

On Wendy's eighteenth birthday, a strange event occurred. As Wendy was packing up her suitcase for a trip to America, she found a little jar full of glowing dust. Pixie dust, she thought. No, it can't be, I used up the last bit, Wendy told herself. I might as well try it, she decided. Slowly, Wendy poured the dust on top of her head, and thought of a happy thought. Sure enough, she began to levitate, and she could fly again. Immediately, Wendy headed towards Neverland once again.