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I left the window so that Susan could sneak in from her date, although the temptation to close it was unbearable, I decide to actually be nice for once in my life towards that thing and I was not in the mood to have another argument with her. With that done I finally settled down in to bed pulling the cover close to my face and feeling the warm wrap around me. I closed my eyes and could her nothing but silence, even with the window open in the darkness it was first time it had ever been this peaceful.

I flew around in my head with sweet dreams for company. Dreams were always better then real life.

After a while I stirred, I could here someone sneaking through the window.

"Hey Susan," I mumbled. Not bothering to open my eyes, but no answer came.

"Mum and dad were fighting again, but they're out now, probably booked themselves a fancy honeymoon suite at the Fernaide hotel." I carried on, but again no answer, I could have sworn someone had gone through that window. I didn't care anyhow, probably the wind, I had thought. I started to drift back off to sleep when I heard a whimper coming from the foot of my bed. Someone was crying

"Michael? John?" I called quietly, the voice just cried louder

"No," The figure said, in a hushed tone. This was a complete stranger, sat on the foot of my bed! I sat up immediately and shoved the figure off, my hands made contact, but there was no thump to indicate they'd fallen to the floor. It had gone silent. I ran to the Door and flicked the light on.

"What the hell?" I shrieked, there was a person flying in my room, I was dreaming, I had to be dreaming! Either that or I was having a metal breakdown... I pinched my self to wake up, nothing, I tried again, nothing. Great I was having a breakdown, because this was not possible in any way shape or form and to make matters worse he was sobbing, a million questions were floating round my head. Why was even in my room? How did he even get in to my room for that matter? And all I could manage was

"Why are you crying?"

He just looked at me with his big green eyes and replied

"My shadow won't stick." Right, so I had a guy flying in my room crying because his shadow won't stick to him. Something's wrong with me.

"why isn't it sticking?" I asked as politely as I could.

"I don't know" He answered, almost defiantly. "It's over there, I've tried talking it into sticking to me again, but it's refusing." He pointed to a corner of the room, I was taken aback, sure enough there was the boys shadow, just sitting there with it's arms and legs crossed. I looked the boy over, he was still floating but only a few inches above my floor, taking up the same position as the shadow. He was wearing worn green rags which looked as if they hadn't been washed in a very long time. He surprisingly didn't smell though, which made me even more sure I was having a break down. He had deep mahogany hair which was ruffled and A small green hat was perched on the top of it. I chuckled a little, was I hallucinating Robin Hood?

"Why are you laughing! My shadow won't stick to me and you're laughing!" The boy muttered coldly. Which made me laugh harder, well, even if this is a hallucination. I may as well play on it. I walked to my draws and drew out some needles and thread.

"Now then, if you could get your shadow to stand then I think I have the solution!" I grinned a little, thinking how stupid this was.

"Here now" I commanded and the shadow walked lazily over to the boy and sat down. I threaded the cotton through the needle and walked over to them the needle in my hand. The shadow started waving at me as I walked towards them, I for some reason waved back, wait what was I doing I was waving a shadow, cause I'm not at all weird.

"Can you stop flying and put your feet out?" I asked a little exasperated.

"Why?" The boy said, tilting his head a little.

"So I can attach your shadow back to you!" I said a little triumphantly whilst I gave a smirk,

"Is this gonna hurt?"

"I don't know..."

"Why not?"

"Because I have never tried sewing a shadow to someone before, stay put."

And with that I began to sew.

It didn't take too long, before long I had finished the first foot, with the occasional wince of pain from the crying boy I carried on on the second foot.

"What's your name?" I asked him whilst sewing.

"Oh, I should have introduced myself. My names Peter! Peter Pan." He said proudly, then stopped short with a sharp inhale of breath.

"Sorry I keep hurting you Peter." I gave him as warm a smile as I could, it felt weird having not have smiled at anyone 'kindly' in years. "How old are you?"

"Me. I'm not sure, When I left here, I was sixteen! But I have been in Neverland for over-" He stopped short, slapping his hand to his mouth. " I shouldn't have mentioned that..."

At that moment the door opened and Michael and John were standing there gaping.

"What are you doing?" John asked wide eyed.

"Oh no!" Peter cried.

"Tell me now," I said, a little scarily, as I intently finished the sewing of the second shoe, "Is there a boy in front of me, dressed in green rags, and floating?" Michael and Peter both nodded, their eyes staring at the boy, partially in disbelief, and partially in excitement.

The boys sat on my bed and watched in glee as Peter got up to inspect his newly reattached shadow, now following him where ever he went but he started doing stunt poses just to be sure it was attached and working properly, before sitting down.

"So who are you?" asked John still beaming,

"I'm peter pan." he replied.

"More importantly," I piped up. "why are you in my room? How did you get in my room? And did you say you came from Neverland?"


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