Friday: January 10, 2014 8:30PM

Rivera Household

In the living room, Angel and her mother have at each other while the rest of the family stand by idly. Not long after her parents returned from their dinner date, Angel's mom confronts her about things they had agreed upon before they left the house.

"Look at all of this dirty laundry. Angel, why haven't you washed a couple loads like I asked you to?"

"Well, Mom, I don't know. Maybe I couldn't get to the laundry because I was doing everything else by myself while Ace just stayed in his room, all day," Angel says irritably.

Ace looks up at her. "Why should I have to help clean when you're the one who wanted to go out?" Their mother nods her head. "That's true. You agreed to do chores around the house if I gave you permission to go out with your friends tomorrow."

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect that there would be so much to do. I mean, jeez, it's like you left all the mess for me to clean up, intentionally. Even if I agreed to clean up, it's not as if I was asking for a huge favor in return. I just wanted to hang out with my friends at the mall. I don't know why it would be such a big deal that I had to clean the house in order to be let out."

"So long as you live under our roof, you will need permission to go out," her mother replies.

"I did ask for permission and I did clean the house like I was told even though I didn't get to do all the laundry. That should at least count for something."

"What did you do exactly?"

Angel's blood starts to boil. "Are you kidding Mom?! Do you not see that there isn't a bunch of dishes in the sink? Do you not see that I vacuumed and mopped the floor."

"What about that mess of papers on the dining room table?"

"Ace left those there when he came down to do his homework," haughtily.

"You know, Angel, I don't appreciate the tone of voice you're using right now."

"Tch, well I don't appreciate being taken advantage of and having my efforts to clean the house, ignored."

"Alright, that's it. That attitude of yours is getting way out of hand. You are not allowed to go out tomorrow, do you hear me?"

"What?! Why?! Because I was defending myself?!"

"Don't raise your voice at me! You will learn to show me some respect! Keep this up and I'll ground you."

Shaking in anger, Angel bites her lip while clenching her fists. "I hate this! I'm only yelling because I'm getting in trouble for something stupid like not washing a couple loads of laundry; something that can be done any other day even though I did a lot of other stuff around the house! And now, after all of my hard work I can't even go out and see my friends!" Feeling her eyes start to water, she quickly runs out of the living room shouting, "I wish I didn't live here!" Everyone watches her go. Quietly, Angel's father carries the twins (who have somehow managed to fall asleep during the fight) off to their bedroom while Ace goes to his room. Mrs. Rivera heaves an exhausted sigh and turns off all of the lights before going into hers and Mr. Rivera's room.

Angel enters her room which used to be the nursery that Wendy and her brothers shared before. Slamming the door behind her, she runs over to her bed and throws herself onto it. She lies on her stomach and starts sobbing into her pillow. Several minutes later, she is left sniffling after having calmed down. She turns over and lays on her back. 'This is so unfair. I did all of that work with no help and I have nothing to show for it. I need to get out of this house,' she thinks to herself while glaring at the ceiling.

Meanwhile in Neverland…

"Peter has been acting weird lately," Nibs says while looking at Peter who is sitting in his chair appearing to be in deep thought. Tink is by his side, as usual. She looks at him worriedly. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I wonder what's on his mind." Slightly replies. The Lost Boys look at Peter who suddenly jumps out of his chair. The boys jump in surprise while Tink flies off Peter's shoulder before being knocked off. Peter looks at Tink with a huge grin on his face.

"Tink, I think it's time for us to pay a visit to our old friends," he says cheerfully. Tink recovers from her shock and nods hesitantly as they take off until Slightly calls after them. "Wait Pan! We want to come too!" Nibs joins, "Yeah, we haven't gotten to visit the other world before."

Tootles grabs onto Peter's right leg while Cubby holds his left. The Twins clasp their hands together as they and the rest of the Lost Boys look at Peter as if they are pleading for him to let them come along. He rolls his eyes before shaking off Tootles and Cubby. "Alright, you guys can come but you better stay close and don't get lost…again." "Alight!" they cheer while pumping their fists in the air.

Back in the Nursery…

After staring at the ceiling for a while, Angel sits up in her bed. She slides her legs over the edge of the bed and walks over to the window sill and sits down. "Hmm…" she says thoughtfully while looking at the view. "It's a little stuffy in here," she says as she opens the windows. "There. That's better." She props up a pillow on the window sill and rests her head upon it as she lays down and gazes at the night sky. Her dark brown eyes are in a daze as she stares at the stars shining brightly above her. Slowly, she drifts off to sleep.

Meanwhile with Peter, Tink, and the Boys…

They have arrived in London and are getting close to the Darling household, unaware that the Darlings no longer live there. Peter points out the house. "There it is. Jane's and Wendy's place. I wonder if Jane has grown up and has kids too," Peter says to himself. The Lost Boys take in the sight. Being in the outside world is a completely new experience to them. They fly closer to the window and see Angel sleeping on the window sill.

"Jane?" Cubby asks.

"No, that doesn't look like her." Slightly says.

Peter stares at her as her long dark hair flows in the wind. "It can't be. Jane and Wendy never had long hair like that. And they had light hair," Peter notes.

"She's pretty cute though," Nibs says in a daze.

"Yuck! You like girls now?" Cubby asks.

"Shut up Cubby," Nibs says flustered as he bonks him on the head.

"Ow!"

"Will you guys shut up?!" Peter whispers harshly.

"Yeah, you're going to wake her," Slightly joins.

They all turn Angel and fly closer to get a better look. Gazing at her sleeping peacefully they scratch their heads in confusion.

"So, if this isn't Jane or Wendy...who is she?" Slightly questions.

"She doesn't look like she would be related to Jane or Wendy," Nibs says.

"So where did Jane and Wendy go?" Cubby asks

"Has it really been that long?" Peter wonders sadly as he flies even closer to her. His face is only a few inches away from hers.

Tink sees this and can't help but be jealous. It has been a while since Peter has been around other girls and she didn't like the idea of him getting close to another one. He stares at her face. The moonlight upon her olive skin. He notices her long eyelashes and his eyes widen at the sight of her tear-stained cheeks. 'I wonder what made her so upset,' Peter wonders to himself not wanting to let the others know. After a few minutes, a huge grin appears on his face after he comes up with an idea. Slowly, he lifts up his hand with his finger pointing at her. "Peter? What are you doing?" Cubby asks. Peter turns to him and makes a gesture to be quiet. "Shhh!" he says. Cubby covers his mouth as he and the boys watch Peter. Tink crosses her arms, not liking where this is going. Peter slowly moves his hand towards the Angel's face and pokes her nose. She wrinkles her nose a little but continues to sleep. Peter pokes a little harder.

Feeling her nose being poked, Angel swats away the hand that is bothering her. "Quit it, Ace," she says irritably. "Who's that?" the Peter asks. Angel rubs her eyes and opens them slowly. Upon seeing eight weirdly dressed kids and what looks like a tiny, glowing woman with wings staring at her from above…'Wait. Above?!" she thinks to herself while gaping at them. She immediately sits up in alarm and gets off the window sill while pointing at them apprehensively. "Who are you guys and what are you doing here?! How are you floating?!" she backs away from them and makes a run for the door. Slightly drops to the ground and runs after her. "Mom! Dad-!" shel shouts until Slightly wraps his arm around her waist and covers her mouth. She struggles but his grip is strong. Peter flies in front of her and puts his hands up defensively.

"We're not going to do anything. We just came here to visit. You see, we had friends who lived here before. We didn't know they had moved out." She looks at him warily and nods her head. Slightly lets her go and backs away a little. "Okay…but that still doesn't explain how all of you can fly.." Nibs walks up to her. "We're all from Neverland. We can fly because of Tink's pixie dust," he says while pointing to the fairy. She looks at them skeptically. "Right….Mo-MM!" She begins to scream. "Don't do that," Nibs says before muting her like Slightly had done.

"Shhh…" Peter shushes her. She begins to struggle so they tie her up and cover her mouth. Peter puts an arm around her shoulder and the other under her knees as he lifts her off the ground and flies out the window. Tink turns red and huffs. "Come on, let's go before we get caught!" he whispers urgently. Tink and the boys follow him. "But Peter, isn't this kidnapping?" Slightly asks. "No Slightly, we're just…borrowing her for a little bit," Peter says thoughtfully. Angel glares at him but is quickly distracted by the view below her and clenches onto his shirt in fear of falling. Peter laughs in amusement. "So, where are we going Peter?" Cubby asks. "Back home, of course!" he replies. The girl's eyes widen and she starts to struggle again as Tink and the Lost Boys look at him in shock. "But aren't her parents still home? They could check up on her at any moment and realize that she's gone!" Nibs says frantically. "We'll be fine," Peter says casually. The boys look at each other worriedly. Tink just keeps flying, not looking too happy. 'I know I said I wanted to get out of the house…but this isn't exactly what I had in mind' the poor girl thinks to herself.