Chapter 2
Alone in the Nursery, Peter Pan did something he couldn't remember doing before; he cried. But his sobs quickly became screams; screams of rage and desperation, of loss and pain. Furniture, books, and toys took the brunt of Peter's anger, finding themselves flying across the room and crashing against the walls and floor.
Feeling a little more in control, Peter paused to survey the damage. There wasn't much, but he was bound to be told off again for making such a mess. Catching his own reflection in the Nursery window, Peter hurried towards it and pushed it open. He climbed onto the ledge and peered over into the small, stone-paved garden below. There was a large tree growing in front of the window, but the nearest branch would take quite a leap to reach, and it seemed an awfully long way to fall. Nevertheless, Peter considered it. Or maybe he was hoping that if he jumped, he'd remember how to fly and be able to go home.
The sound of the Nursery door opening alerted Peter to the presence of Wendy. She stood still, her hand on the doorknob. Taking a quick glance around the room, her gaze returned to the boy on the window ledge, looking as though he were about to jump.
"Peter?" Her voice was nervous and pleading. She was sure he wouldn't, but Wendy was shocked that he'd even consider it. Surely living here wasn't so bad?
Peter slowly moved back, away from the open window, and with a harsh scowl, pushed past Wendy once again and returned downstairs. Wendy stayed for a few moments as she listened to Peter descending the stairs, then she too left the Nursery for the Drawing Room.