She resisted the urge to bang her head against the wall repeatedly, or at least enough for her to be able to drown out the racket going on around her. Jane still doesn't know what she was thinking, maybe she had finally gone mental and the people around her were too nice to tell her so.

Maybe this is universal payback for locking her younger brother in the closet when she was younger. Whatever it was, she found herself regretting it deeply. Five. Five kids. She could have stayed in Neverland, stayed with Peter, stayed young forever. But no. She had made the crazy decision to go back to London, to go back to her family; to have a family of her own. Five kids. Five!

And not only was she supposed to be tending to her own brood, but her brother stopped by with his three boys before taking off, leaving them with her. Her four boys and Danny's were very close, which also meant they had a knack for trouble. She ignored her headache long enough to take stock of all the children in her home. Her twelve-year-old son Roy was scheming with his cousin Gram, three months younger, over their next prank- Jane knew she should probably go over and intervene, but frankly she found it easier to clean up the mess and scold them afterwards. She kept scanning the room to see her sons Maxen and Leo, ten and eight, chasing after their dog Nana III wit the help of their elder cousin Shane. Jane shook her head in defeat and kept scanning the living room for the youngest members of her family.

In the corner of the room Jane found her youngest nephew running in circles and talking to the cabinet. The exasperated mother opened the cabinet door, only to find her youngest son crouched inside and grinning up at her. The five-year-old boy recently found the joy in hiding in tight places- a stark contrast to his twin sister.

Poppy! Jane wanted to smack herself, how could she forget the only girl in the family- her only daughter. Where in the world could that girl be? She found six of the seven kids, but it meant nothing if she could not locate her daughter.

Jane had just enough time to react to the high-pitched scream emanating behind her, the entire scene moving slowly. Poppy's screams prompted Jane to turn around, giving her just enough time to register her daughter leaping off the counter and flinging herself at her mother. Her mother, however, only had enough time to block Poppy from hitting the hard floor- blocking the five-year-old with her body.

After recovery from her momentary shock, Jane looked down at her daughter whose eyes were wide with excitement and shock. Poppy pushed herself off her mother's lap before running out of the living room, no doubt to find something more risky to do.

Jane closed her eyes tightly and pressed her hands to her temples. It did not block out the chaos emanating from her house. No one could ever call her family calm. Her eye twitched as something broke. With a sigh she got up to fix what was broken, thoughts of Neverland still on her mind… but sometimes peace and quiet could be overrated.