"What are you doing here? How did you find this place?" Patrick was mad. This guy had hurt Petra and now he just pops up. "I saw her fairy and followed his fairy dust back here. Good job Petra, I never would have found this place when I was enchanted." "Enchanted? What do you mean?" Petra had stood up and had pulled Patrick down from the table. She was standing behind Patrick with her hands on his right shoulder. "Do you remember the day you came and tried to rescue me?" "Like it was yesterday." "Well apparently a couple of the dark fairies cursed the jacket. I was conscious, but with the jacket on I couldn't do anything! I was being held captive." "What?! Peter how were you captured and how can we trust your story?" Patrick had placed a hand on hers and was glaring at Peter. "Well, I wa-Who is this guy Petra?" "This is Patrick Casey. He came to help me save the lost boys." "Oh really? How do I know I can trust him?" "Test his skills. He could beat you." Patrick eyes grew wide and looked at Petra. She nodded and he turned around. "Patrice field. Ten minutes." With that Peter flew out of the only window above ground. "Petra I can't fight Peter Pan!" "Yes, you can! Remember you were trained by PETRA Pan!" "Wait….how are you to related?" Patrick took a step closer when he asked. "Peter Pan is my brother." "Brother?!" "Yeah" "Petra I am so sorry. With him being family and all of the sudden he disappears, then you lose the lost boys, and then Peter comes back. How can you handle all the stress?" Petra looked down at the moss covered floor. "I can't." With that she slowly walked over to Patrick and leaned her forehead on his chest. Patrick automatically put his arms around her and held her tight. He slowly reached up and brushed her chestnut brown hair out of her green eyes. Gosh! Petra has been keeping all this bottled up inside! She must feel awful. I can't believe I am holding Petra. I feel so bad for her. With Peter back all of her emotions are breaking free. Oh no! Peter if Petra is his sis- "PETRA!" Petra jumped and wiped the tears from her eyes. She turned around to find a red-faced Peter Pan. "Yes" "What are you doing?" "Hugging Patrick." "Why?" Peter was, if possible, turning a darker shade of red. Patrick looked down. Great my hands are still around her waste! Patrick slowly started to move his hands and breathed a sigh of relief when Peter's face began to return to normal. "He was comforting me. I was so sad Peter. Do you realize how scared I was when you didn't come home? Then we find you and you don't even recognize us? Even your own sister?" "I already told you. I was wearing an enchanted coat." "How exactly did you land yourself in that predicament?" Patrick had sat down with Petra on a bench. "Well, I remember flying off to Skull Rock to do some thinking. I was just sitting there not doing anything because I had forgotten my flute. All of the sudden I hear "Why hello Peter Pan!" I look up in time to see the butt of a sword being swung at my temple. After that all I remember is waking up and not being able to move unless Hook told me. When they caught sight of you coming he told me what to say. That cold gleam in my eyes was meant for Hook. Satisfied that your spirit was broken he ordered me to walk the plank. Just as I walked off Tink popped up and tore the jacket of me! Can you believe it Petra? Tink is still around!" "Where is she now?" "Watching Hook and making sure he doesn't do anything to the boys." "Do they know you are back to your old self?" "Yes, the last thing I was ordered to do before the plank was to capture the lost boys. It was supposed to be the last step to crack your spirit. Hook didn't count on having you find some one to help….or me escaping!" Peter smiled and looked pleased. Petra was smiling and about to give Peter a hug when Tink flew in. Peter's face fell as he heard Tink's high pitched ringing. "Hook captured Rock!" Patrick caught Petra before she hit the floor. I knew it! Too many emotions in one day!
