A/N: It's been a week, and not one review. Is this story that pathetic? Because I know that you're reading it. Anyway, here's the next chapter, 'cuz I'm too impatient to wait any longer, and you lazy people don't review anyways. Enjoy!

- Britain, London -

It was at that moment that Mrs. Darling came into the room.

Peter didn't have enough time to hide himself. Mary Darling saw him almost immediately.

You see, Mary had come to comfort her kids. She knew how badly they always wanted the window to be open, because otherwise their imaginary friend couldn't come in. She knew that her husband thought the Wendy was secretly seeing someone, but she didn't believe that. Her Wendy wouldn't do such a thing. And neither did she believe in the imaginary boy.

So when she saw a strange boy standing in the middle of the room, she was quite shocked. Except that the boy didn't seem that strange at all. He looked exactly like the boy Wendy had described numerous times when she was younger.

She stared another few seconds at him, and then asked, even though she already knew the answer:

"Who are you?"

"I'm Peter Pan." Said the boy, while slowly backing away from her. It was clear he wanted to be as far away from her as possible.

Mary stared at him for a bit more. He could be just one of John of Wendy's friends, and have dressed himself up. But it didn't look like the boy was acting.

"What are you doing here?" She asked Peter.

"I came to listen to Wendy's stories." Answered Peter. He was now standing with his back to the wall, close by the now-locked window. Mrs. Darling seemed not to be as bad as most of the other adults, but you could never be sure with grown-ups.

"Well, how did you get here?" Asked Mrs. Darling.

"Through the window." Peter said, in a tone that indicated that she should've known that.

Mary sighed.

"Wendy, care to explain?" She asked her daughter. But Wendy just kept looking at her toes, as did all the boys. Except for Peter of course, who was eying Mrs. Darling, still very wary of her.

Mary sighed again.

"Look, I'm going to have to tell your father about this. I really think it's smarter to tell me first." She told her daughter.

Wendy was scared now. Her father couldn't know about Peter! He wouldn't understand! He would do everything he could to prevent her from ever seeing him again! But she had to give an explanation now. She quickly tried to make something up.

"All right Mother. This is Peter. He's a friend of ours. He was the leader of the Lost Boys when they still… when they still lived on the street. And he came through the window because… well, because… because we were afraid that Father wouldn't let him in!" She said, hoping it sounded believable.

It did not. But Mary knew that it was the best explanation she was going to get, so she didn't ask any further. She looked at Peter again.

"But then, why are you dressed up like that?" She asked him.

"I'm not dressed up like anything!" Peter said, affronted.

Mary sighed. Well, at least she knew now that the boy wasn't particularly dangerous. She thought.

"Do your parents know you're here, Peter?" The instant she asked the question, she knew that she'd made a mistake. The boy did live on the street, after all.

"I do not have parents." Peter said sternly.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Mrs. Darling said kindly. But Peter gave her a weird look, and said:

"Don't be." He was utterly disgusted only by the thought of having parents.

Mary opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it again, doubting. Then she asked it anyway, without first discussing it with her husband:

"Now then, Peter. If you've got nowhere to go, you could stay here tonight, if you like. I'm sure George will understand." She assumed he knew who George was, since he was apparently a good friend of her children.

Peter just stood there, with a horrified look on his face. He did not want to spend the night in a house full of grown-ups. But before he could say anything, Wendy answered for him.

"Oh yes, Mother. Thank you. Peter would love to stay."