I can Fly!

Peter's POV

My harness is hooked up and the stage manager is counting down from thirty seconds to the time I'll be onstage. I'm lifted into the air by the thread thin wires and I lift out my arms and lean forward. By the edge of my sight, I see a tiny light about the size of my fist, backstage.

Tink's POV

Peter starts singing the song I'm flying and I follow the light that's supposed to pose as me. How insulting! Any who, he fell on the third swing and I zoomed under him, created the porthole, and flew after him in the porthole. I see Never Land ahead now so I grab Peter's pinkie finger and pull to slow us down. I then spread some dust onto his head and scream to him, "Think lovely thoughts Peter"! Apparently he did because he started floating before I finished the second word. I race to Hang Man's tree to get the lost boys ready for the return of their leaders. Looking back towards Peter I see his arms are flailing and he's kicking his feet. Hmmm he must have forgotten how to fly, I think. What else has he forgotten?

Peter's POV

I can't believe my eyes! One second I was flying by strings, the next, I'm literally flying! What's more, I was facing a crowd and now I'm facing an island with a pirate ship in the harbor. I must have fallen and be dreaming right now. No, I'm going through a cloud, and I'm getting wet! I feel like I'm going to faint. I'm so high up. I try following the little glowing person that saved me to get some answers. It's really fast, but slows up when it sees me struggling. Finally I catch up to it. It is a little glowing lady named tinker bell, and she keeps calling me by my middle name, Pan.

Tink's POV

Oh dear! It seems Pan has forgotten everything! Even his name! Even me! He stares at me with curiosity, then smiles and says, "I do believe I hear a slight ringing of a bell when I hear you speak." I'm getting very annoyed. We haven't the time for games! Why won't this silly boy cooperate? "Pan," I say, "we need to get to the lost boys and see if their still ok. You've been gone for ages!" Pan in reply says, "The lost boys, the ones from the children's book? Tinker Bell, your speaking non-sense! Well you are a fairy; maybe I'm the crazy one. After all this is a dream, anything can happen!" I shake my head with pity, "Peter, this is not a dream."