Peter crawled down the trunk of his tree as the tears streamed down his cheeks. He'd been crying since he left the window, and wasn't exactly sure what for. He really

liked Wendy but didn't understand why he couldn't stop crying. He opened the curtain that led to his room. I suppose that if the lost boys had still been there, he'd be

lying about the tears that still come as we speak. He wiped his nose and sat down on his bed He sighed and tried to find something to do, afterall it is morning now. He

looked around his underground tree house, and decided he wanted to do...nothing. His usual go to games seemed non-enjoyable without his lost boys and his one and

only lost girl. Even Tinkerbell was no where to be seen, not that unusual, but he wishes she was here to keep him company.

Wendy aroused from bed, and walked over to the Window pane. It had been over a week since she'd seen Peter Pan, but to Peter it hasn't even been a complete day.

She looked at the sky, watching the stars fade. She wrapped up in her robe, and sat on the window seat. Maybe Peter was on his way now she thought. How she

missed him so. She got up and got dressed for school, and headed out of her room and down to her siblings.

Peter held his cheek as the blood dripped down a slash across his face. He went into the tree house and called out, "Wendy!"He looked around his home, until he

remembered that she went back to London. He placed a rag on his cut, and managed to stop the bleeding, although he didn't know what to do afterward. Wendy always

bandaged him up, and took care of him. What was he to do on his own?