Wendy rushed to the large window and looked out into the night as she called for Peter. John's left eyebrow furrowed as he watched his sister madly calling for the boy who had been their hero in Wendy's stories. She couldn't possibly have been to Never-Neverland, could she, he wondered, but then he dismissed the idea, thinking that it was just mere nonsense. He had missed his sister terribly and was so happy that she was back, but he was beginning t think she had lost her mind.
John climbed out of bed and sood alongside Wendy at the window, his eyes rested on hers, which were frantically searching for something or someone. "Wendy, are you alright?" he asked, resting his boney arm on her should, causing Wendy to jump with fright.
"Oh, John, You startled me! Yes I'm fine, but I'm worried about Peter," she babbled.
"Peter?" John asked.
"Peter Pan, oh John, he's real! Peter Pan is real and he's wonderful!" John could see the colour forming on Wendy's cheeks as she gushed about their hero and began to entertain the possibility that what Wendy was saying was true.
"Is it morning yet?" another small voice echoed in the night and both Wendy and John turned to face their younger brother, who had pushed his way between them. "Why is it still dark if it's morning?"
John ruffled his brother's hair, affectionately. "Michael, you're so silly, sometimes. It's..." He looked at his watch, "ten minutes past eleven."
The small boy's jaw dropped as he stared out into the night. It was he who noticed the shadow of a boy, when he heard Nanna barking and looked to see what she was making such a fuss about. The shadow stood tall, so that his head was resting on Nanna's fur and his hands were on his hips. Michael's gaze travelled down from the head until his eyes rested on the dark figure of a boy. It took him only a second to realise who the boy could be and he pointed in the boy's direction. "Look it's Peter Pan!"
His brother and sister both followed his gaze and the anguish on Wendy's face immediately changed to relief. "Peter! Up here!" Wendy hissed into letting her voice travel on the wind and curl around Peter's ears. John's face was a picture of sheer wonder and amazement at the figure of the boy standing in his very own yard.
Effortlessly, Peter lifted and was crouched before them on the window sill. "Peter, I want you to meet my brothers, John and Michael."
"Pleased to meet you," the boy's said in unison, taking turns of shaking Peter's hand.
"So are you ready to go?" Peter asked, a little impatiently.
"Go?" John asked, his eyebrow furrowing again.
"We've come to take you back to Never-Neverland! Oh John, Michael, it's so lovely there, more than we've ever imagined."
"I'm sure the Lost Boys would be thrilled to meet you," Peter chipped in and both boys' eyes widen the amazement overtaking all sense of reason.
"Can I bring my bear?" Michael asked.
"May I bring my bear," Wendy corrected him, "And yes you sure can."
"Now remember," Peter explained, "You must think happy thoughts, if you wish to fly, so close your eyes and think of the thing the happiest moment of you lives." The boys didn't have to imagine it, for their happiest moment was this one, standing in their room with their sister they had missed to much and the boy they had only ever dreamt about. Already they were lifting and Wendy was the last to succumb to the happiness, all worries of leaving without saying goodbye to mother and father were washed away by the cool breeze. Nanna howled loudly as she watched the four children rise further and further away from the little yard and becoming lost among the stars.
"Goodbye, Nanna!" the boy's cried and then they were all gone from Nanna's sight.
"You need to stick close to Wendy and me!" Peter called behind him to John and Michael.
"Perhaps if we all join hands, it will be easier to stick together," Wendy suggested, so they all joined hands in a monkey chain, Wendy's heart skipping a beat as she clasped Peter's hand, tight. With the other hand she clung to John who was gripping Michael's tight. Wendy's heart leapt again as they passed the giant clock and she remembered how they made love. She caught Peter's eye, he winked, mischievously and they both smiled. Luckily neither of Wendy's brother's had noticed the subtle glances and smiles Wendy and Peter shared. They were busy gazing in wonder at the city sights below them.
They could hardly contain their excitement as they reached the cloud and looked down over Never-Neverland. They were awe struck by the pirate ship anchored in the ocean and the sounds of drunken laughter and singing, that rang in the air, that had to be coming from the ship. "Wow!" John cried, pointing the ship out to his brother and alarm bells rang in Wendy's ears.
"Now, boys," she chastised, realizing in that moment, how much she was beginning to sound like their mother, "you must promise me that you will not go near that ship. Those are not nice men."
"Yes Wendy," they both responded.
"Okay!" Peter said. "Are we ready for the descent?" The boys nodded. "Let's go, then." Without another word, he spread his arms out wide and began to free-fall. Then one by one Wendy and her brothers, Michael, last, spread their arms and plummeted towards the island.
