Here it is, the next chapter! Sorry these have been taking a while. But thanks so much for the reviews, they're always very much appreciated!

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Everything was so familiar, so nostalgic, it evoked a sense of sentimentality in her heart she embraced openly as they flew through the kaleidoscope passage that led to the world of dreams. This time, the voices echoing their surroundings were different. They weren't her mother's. They were hers. From when she was here the first time. Her over-thinking mind wondered how this part worked, why she heard what she heard and if Peter heard the same thing. There were a lot of things about Neverland she didn't understand, which irked her just slightly and made her want to figure everything out even knowing it was most likely impossible. Couldn't blame the girl for being curious, though. But she really was back, and somehow it almost felt hard to believe. As well as the fact that she was still allowed in here, though she guessed this place didn't consider a sixteen year old girl an adult, although at heart she felt like one.

At a close distance, she could faintly spot the island, a smile growing at how close they were, though quickly dropping at the sight she didn't expect to find. It was cloudy with a hint of fog in the air. It wasn't chilly, though, the air felt sort of humid and dark. Granted, with Peter's description of what was happening she had expected this place to be a little different, monsters here and there, but nothing like this. There were cracks in the earth, she assumed caused by some natural disaster that had hit the island.

"Are you shocked?" Jane heard Peter's voice, her wide eyes slowly moving from the horrible scene to him, who had kept his hues on her. She nodded, looking back down.

"I am. It's not what I expected," she looked around, suddenly noticing Hook's ship was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Hook?"

He bit his bottom lip, shaking his head slowly. "Not sure. I haven't seen him since the big wave. I don't know if he was smart enough to somehow avoid it or his ship sunk with him."

"Oh," nodded Jane, cupping the side of her neck with a sigh. Everything was upside down, Neverland wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be cheerful, with the sun always shining and the sky always blue. Happy at all times. Even Hook didn't deserve an ending like the one Peter was suggesting, and part of Jane hoped he was all right no matter how ridiculous that was.

"Come on, we'll go to the Indians, not a lot has hit them yet and they've been able to defeat the few monsters that showed up so we'll be safe there," he glanced at her, before starting down towards said place with both Jane and Tink following behind.

Peter figured Jane was as shocked as he was when this whole thing began forming, so he'd let her take her time getting used to it, or at least used to the idea of what Neverland had become.

They soon arrived there and Jane realized this was the first time she's actually been in the Indian camp, like actually stepped foot inside instead of just flying for a few seconds without the chance of scanning the place. Contrary to last time, there were a lot of Indians scurrying around with baskets of food in their hands, others with various different supplies and she assumed with the sole purpose of storing them in a safe place to prevent their tribe from going through hunger. This whole sight was oh too familiar - It reminded her of the war back home. Expressions of people who feared for their own life scattered around, mothers keeping their children close at all times in fear that with just one glimpse away they'll lose them forever. It hurt her heart.

Peter seemed to notice her discomposure and placed a hand on her shoulder. She brought her attention to it, the simple gesture calming her down. This wasn't the time to be impressed nor the time to feel sorry for what was happening before her eyes; they needed to find out who the culprit behind this all was, and the reason Neverland was in the state it is now.

Someone began approaching them, a woman with beautifully long raven hair, braided back and a warm smile secured on her lips which somehow seemed to make her feel relaxed on the inside. It was so gentle and sure of itself, like she knew things would end up all right. She stood in front of Peter and the two shared a greeting unknown to her, hand raised maybe in respect though she couldn't tell who respected who the most.

"Tiger Lily," said Peter with a small smile. She was all grown up now, a lady at that. A princess indeed. The Indian people seemed to be the only ones who actually aged in the island - Slowly, but they aged.

"Peter Pan," she returned the smile before her eyes fell on Jane, who had looked confused until Peter said her name. She'd heard of the Indian princess from her mother's stories, and was surprised she wasn't a little girl as she had expected. Her mother seemed to have left out the fact that some people in here did get older. "You remind me of someone I met a long time ago," Tiger Lily told Jane.

"Yes..That person was probably my mother, Wendy. I'm Jane, her daughter," informed the teenager, for some reason feeling the need to be polite though unsure how to with the woman before her.

"Ah, yes, now I see. Well, you are most welcome here." The Indian princess then turned her attention to Peter, giving him a quick nod. "I'm glad to see you're well and have delivered the boys to a safe place."

"Yeah, I was able to get them far from here. Any news on the whereabouts of the monsters?"

"Mhm. Come, I show you," Tiger Lily motioned with her head for the pair to follow her, which they did.

Entering a tipi, the three sat down around a medium sized low table where the map of Neverland lay. There were scribbles on it, crosses it seems and Jane wondered what they meant.

"Here," Tiger Lily pointed at a place in the map between the mermaid lagoon and cannibal cove, "That's where we last saw three monsters. We are unsure of where they were heading or where they came from, however."

"And any more disasters?" asked Peter.

Tiger Lily shook her head. "Not disasters per say, but there was some thunder last night. Thankfully no lightning, though - Another fire could be a serious problem."

Peter sighed, tapping his chin in thought. At least not much had changed during the two days he was away, but that thought didn't relieve his mind. There were still monsters and still things happening that nobody could explain. It frustrated him and he found himself scratching his head in exasperation.

"Do you guys think it's possible children aren't dreaming enough?" Jane asked to fill in the silence. The way that question sounded in her head made a lot more sense, "I mean, you know-"

"Yes," Tiger Lily interrupted. "We considered that possibility as well, and it might be partially at fault, but it doesn't fully explain the monsters. There's still something we're missing but I can't figure out what."

The three sighed at the same time, all seemingly disappointed neither had an answer or hypothesis for this situation. If they had a clue, anything, could be as small as a pea but it was something. Something they could try and develop, but they were all at zero. Monsters, natural disasters - It just didn't add up.

Jane hated feeling helpless and this whole thing was giving her a headache, so she stood up. "I'll try and see if someone needs my help. If you guys come up with any idea call me right away, please."

"All right..You ok?" asked Peter, concerned.

"No yeah, of course, I'm fine. But sitting here and not doing anything is bothering me, so I'll see if I can be helpful outside," she said honestly, with a reassuring smile before walking outside.

His hues followed her until she was out of sight, subconsciously clenching his fists at the frustrating thought that this was clearly getting to her and yet there was nothing he could do to make it better. Patience wasn't a trait Peter possessed or had yet developed, so the fact that they still hadn't found out anything about the reason behind this darkness hovering Neverland was killing him. And the fact that Jane was here and he knew there were monsters around only made it worse, his priorities getting all mixed up between finding the culprit and not losing sight of Jane to make sure she was safe. It was all very messed up.

Tiger Lily watched him as his eyes were still glued to where Jane had just stood, momentarily pondering when the time to speak would be right before deciding on now. She cleared her throat, catching Peter's attention who turned back to her suddenly conscious he had been staring. He became fidgety for some reason, which was weird and never usually happened, moving his hands around a lot from rubbing his neck to scratching his forehead, which made the girl laugh.

"So why did you bring her here? You know is not safe." She said, propping her chin in her hand.

He chuckled, recalling he had told Jane the exact same thing. "She insisted. She's too good of a person to let me handle everything, I guess. Or she's just too stubborn," he locked his arms over his chest, the corner of his lips raising slightly.

It caused Tiger Lily to raise an eyebrow. "And you gave in? Can she defend herself if monsters appear?"

"She's strong. She might not seem like it, but she is. And I'm here to save the day so it's all good." Although his words were filled with confidence, his inside was turning with worry. What if he couldn't reach her on time? What if it was too late? Darn it, these were not things he should be thinking about, his positive attitude couldn't be ruled because of a couple of monsters. He had to stay calm, for the sake of everyone here, he couldn't let this disturb them inside. Couldn't let fear ruin the possibility that they could end up winning this battle. "So anyway. Have you guys set any traps for the monsters?"

She nodded. "Yes, we've got a few prepared. So far two monsters have fallen for them, into this very deep hole we dug. We just aren't sure how many of them there are and if our traps will be able to help a lot."

"Sounds good, though. At this point there's not much else we can do aside from fighting them and making sure all are gone, so for now it's good enough," he assured her, rubbing his eyes and yawning, suddenly feeling exhausted. Granted, he hadn't slept properly in five days, with all that was going on and trying to figure out where to send the lost boys. But he didn't really have the privilege to anyway, and he'd end up with anxiety if he tried to even rest for a little bit.

"Peter.."

"It's fine." He knew she'd try and tell him to lie down and rest, that they've got this under control, so Peter stopped her before she could continue. It just wasn't something he could allow himself to do at this moment. Standing up, he stretched his back and took a deep breath, a grin suddenly empowering the once numb expression on his face. "Let's take a break, we'll try to figure this out later."

She sighed, smiling warmly without commenting back. It'd be useless anyway, he wouldn't listen to her. So she figured she'd let him do what he thought was best since it tended to work out in the end.

Her smile was the only cue he needed, now leaving the tipi and quickly looking around in search for Jane. It took him only five seconds to spot her. There she was, sleeves rolled up, a basket of food in her hands and a smile full of energy as she spoke eagerly with this lady carrying a baby. Like nothing wrong was even happening around her. She just seemed like a ray of sunshine in the middle of a storm, which amazed him, and somehow made him feel better. He flew towards her, surprising her from behind as he tapped her shoulder which caused her to flinch in shock.

"Peter!" she shouted angrily, but he couldn't help but find it adorable. "You're the worst, I could've dropped this basket, you know!"

"Awh, come on Jane, where's your sense of fun?" He pulled his legs up in a sitting position as he hovered above her.

"I swear I'm gonna hit you with an apple."

He laughed at the halfhearted threat, putting his hands up in defense deciding to play along. "Sorry, sorry, I don't wanna get hit."

Jane rolled her eyes, biting the need to smile at his silliness. "What're you doing here, anyway? Did you guys figure anything out?"

"Nah, we're taking a break. Figured we wouldn't be able to discover anything new with our stomachs empty."

She gave him a nod, what he was saying making sense. "All right, well, from what I gathered the bonfire isn't for another hour or two, so do you want some fruit in the meantime?" She looked down at the fruit pilled together in the basket, bringing her eyes back to Peter.

"I'm good. I'll wait like everyone else."

"Jane!" Someone called her, waving as a way to get her attention and she turned towards the man who was gesturing for her to bring the fruit.

"Oh that's me. I have to bring them this so they can store it away. Duty calls!" She turned around and started towards the man, before halting and looking back. "I'll be right back, ok?" The girl smiled, jogging forward, the figure that was now maybe slightly taller than him becoming smaller with each step she took.

She really looked different, Peter thought. Maybe it was the longer hair, or her now more accentuated curves or just how much her beauty developed over the past couple of years but Peter felt entranced everytime he looked at her. Like she belonged to a place he could never reach. Somewhere peaceful to match the serenity of her movements. It was strange but he couldn't stop looking at her, and there was a feeling at the back oh his heart that told him he was happy. Happy she was back in Neverland, happy they could hang out again. Happy he got his friend back. It contradicted the feeling of worry and wish she would've stayed back home, where she was safe and sound. These were emotions that completely messed with his mind because they just didn't make any sense. How could one be happy and unhappy at the same time? Was that even possible? She was now running back towards him with a grin on her beautiful face, and his breath almost hitched in his throat.

And just then, rain began pouring down.