Joni and Jeremy decided to hide the box so no one would disturb it, especially Ben. So they locked the music box back up and hid the box under Jeremy's bed for safe keeping. It was getting late and Joni tucked her little brother in. She kissed his forehead and began to leave when his voice called her back.

"Joni…" She turned back around with a smile.

"Yeah?"

"Are they going to separate us?" Joni looked at the floor. She knew the caseworker was talking about it last time but nothing was set in stone.

"I don't know Jeremy. But I do know I won't let them take you away."

"Because we're family right?" he smiled at her from under his blanket.

"Right. Good night Jeremy."

"Good night, Joni." Outside the door, Joni felt tears welling up in her eyes. Ever since their parents had disappeared two years ago they had been moved from place to place. No one knew where they had gone and no one knew if they would ever come back. And they all dealt with it differently. Joni preferred to tell stories and keep things light. Jeremy stopped talking to people, especially adults because he didn't trust them. And Ben got angry, which he used in sports, not that Joni thought it was healthy but over the past two years the twins had grown apart. He didn't listen her anymore, didn't talk to her, and now they were turning 12 it was getting even worse.

Joni picked herself up and headed to her room. She had her own room at this home, next to the room the boys shared, whereas the last few she shared with her foster parent's other placements or biological children. Inside she had already started putting things back onto her sad little suitcase. She had quite a few clothes and an extra pair of shoes packed already. It got easier every time, leaving that is. Three children was a lot to take in at once, especially when two of them were almost teenagers, one of which had a nasty temper. And Joni knew that Jeremy would find a family fairly quickly if they were separated. Well she guessed they all would. Joni glanced at the clock and sighed tucking herself into bed. She watched the stars out her window as her eyes began to close and she began to dream of her parents and when she was happy. As she left that place between being asleep and awake she heard her mom say 'I love you' one last time and a tear ran down her cheek. But somewhere before she was completely gone she swore she heard someone call her name and the small sound of bells.

Joni was still dozing when she was jolted awake by a small little boy with messing brown hair come crawling into bed. It was Saturday morning so Joni was sleeping in.

"Jeremy," Joni sat up and rubbed her eyes. "what time is it?"

"5:30…but Ben is up and being loud and angry." Jeremy snuggled up to his sister which was common on these lazy mornings. She was about to fade back into sleep when yelling from the other room woke her up completely. It was Ben.

"I still have a week! Why can't I go?"

"Now Ben. It's not fair to your team. And we have your case worker coming today. She needs you here."

"YOU KNOW WHAT'S NOT FAIR? YOU DUMPING US ON SOMEONE ELSE." By then Joni had gotten out of bed and was standing in the doorway. Jeremy stood behind her clinging to her shirt.

"Ben I know this is hard. But…" Ben won't hear it, he interrupted.

"THERE IS NO BUT YOU GUYS ARE JUST AS BAD AS OUR OTHER FOSTER HOMES."

"BEN, Enough!" Joni yelled. She saw the look her brother gave her. It was angry, it was hurt.

"Shut up Joanne." He turned back to their foster family and continued to yell. Joni left Jeremy in the doorway and came up behind her brother. She grabbed his shoulder to try and calm him down but it did the opposite.

"Don't touch me." He swung behind him hitting Joni in the side of the face with all the power he had. She fell to the ground, holding her cheek. Tears welled in her eyes as her brother realized what he had done. "Joni…" He tried to help her up.

"Don't touch me." She said with pain in her voice. She stood up and you could see her face begin to swell. She looked her twin right in the eye. "You talk about growing up, but you're the most childish of the three of us. You can be angry, I am too but the way your acting is ridiculous. Have you ever thought maybe you're the reason we have to keep moving?" Her foster mother intervened fusing over Joni's face and their foster dad took Ben to his room. Jeremy ran to the kitchen grabbing a frozen bag of peas.

The two of them sat on the couch for the morning waiting for the caseworker. It didn't take long for Joni's face to start changing colors. The bruise was apparent even under the bag of frozen vegetables. Jeremy sat next to her silently, holding her hand. Ben stayed in his room until lunch and stayed in the other room until their caseworker showed up. She was surprised by Joni's appearance and was pulled aside by their foster parents to understand what happened. She then sat down and began the usual questions about how they were, and how things were going. Joni ignored her twin who sat on the opposite side of the room. It was at the end of the questions that their caseworker sighed.

"I think our best action here would be to separate you three." Joni didn't look up. Jeremy squeezed her hand. This was what she feared the most. She had already lost her parents, she was losing her twin brother emotional and mentally and now she was going to lose her siblings physically? "We have a family who will take all three of you next week but if it doesn't work out, I think we may need to send you to different homes."

"That's fine." Joni looked up with a deadly glare. Ben sat waiting to meet her gaze. "We don't need to stay together." The caseworker looked at the twins unsure what was happening.

"If that's how you feel then I would like to ask if Jeremy and I could stay together. It will be easy to stay with a family without Ben anyway." Joni spat. The caseworker tried calm them down but what was said couldn't be taken back. Joni excused herself saying face hurt and she wasn't feeling well. She gave her twin one last look before heading back to her room. As she closed the door, she felt herself break down. She cried quietly behind her door until she could cry anymore.

Joni sat at her window the rest of the day reading. When dinner was called, she said she wasn't hungry. Her foster mom brought it to her anyway, with a kind smile. Joni picked at it a little but didn't feel up to eating. As the night fell, Joni closed her book and looked into the night sky. She looked at the stars and wondered if she could leave. Would she be missed if she ran away to Neverland? She sat and wondered.

Jeremy came in after dinner. He sat with her at the window and watched the sky. They sat there for a long while when he finally spoke.

"Joni…let's run away…" She looked down at her brother who looked back with a serious expression. "After everyone goes to bed tonight. We can leave…and go to Neverland."

"Jeremy…" She was a little surprised.

"Ben doesn't want us around anymore. So let's go. We have the Pixie Dust." Joni had to think long and hard about it. She knew it was irresponsible and she knew it would hurt some people but she had been hurt too.

"Okay…lets go tonight…"