Lily's POV

"I'm supposed to be getting married TODAY," Jeanette complained. I sighed.

"I don't think that's going to happen," I said. She glared at me.

"I know that's not going to happen, which is why I'm upset about it."

"What's getting married?" Too Small asked.

"It's when two people love each other and make it more permanent," Tink said. Too Small thought about this for a moment.

"Did Peter get married?" he asked. Tink nodded. "To a girl?" she nodded again.

"You know that. Remember? I told you. He married Wendy's granddaughter," she jogged his little, six-year-old memory. He frowned.

"So, he left us for a girl?" he asked. Tink reluctantly nodded again.

"He left for Jack and Maggie, too. They're his kids. He did the right thing."

"Speaking of, where is Maggie? I haven't seen her since last night," I said. Tink's eyes widened. She flew off at the speed of light.

"Great. Leave us to babysit," Jeanette complained.

"Lily," Latchboy said, walking up to me. "Why don't you remember us?"

"Should I?" I asked.

"Yes. You were a Lost Girl," he replied. I shook my head.

"Not this again. Look, boys, I would have loved to have been a Lost Girl, but I wasn't. You must be thinking of someone else," I said.

"No, it was you," he said. "I remember."

"Well, then, someone explain to me how everyone else remembers but I don't!" I said. They all looked at me sadly for a moment.

"Because you left," Don't Ask said finally.

"Why would I leave an amazing place like this? No worries. No struggles. Nothing to be afraid of, except the pirates, of course. I never would have left, though."

"Liliana-" Ace started.

"Lily," I corrected.

"-come with me." I started walking with Ace. He looked around eleven or twelve, but I knew he could have been in Neverland for a while. She had adorable blonde hair, which he covered with a top hat. He also had gleaming blue eyes. He did look a bit familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Where do I know this kid from? We started walking through the woods and we were quiet. Finally, we got to a big tree and he stopped walking and started talking.

"I'm not supposed to show this to anyone or even go in here," he said. "Don't tell Tink. Promise?" I nodded, unsure what he was going to show me. "Cross your heart?"

"Cross my heart," I said, making an X over my chest. He smiled.

"We used to do that all the time," he said, moving some vines aside. There was a circle with names in it. He hit a little button in the circle and a trap door opened. He motioned for me to follow him and then disappeared into a hole.

"Ace!" I said, worried. I got closer and looked into the hole he'd just disappeared down. Should I? No. Lily, don't you dare. Walk away. I turned and started walking, but I felt this odd surge of energy. I whipped back around and jumped straight into the opening in the ground. What are you doing? I thought. Oh well. Too late now.

"You used to love being in here. We used to hide in here when we were scared of the pirates. We'd sit in here all day and just talk. Remember?" he asked. I looked around.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This is Wendy's house. Tootles and Nibs built it for her," he replied. I looked around.

"Doesn't look very homely," I said.

"Well, Hook burned it after Peter left. It's not much, but we still used to love it here," he said. "You would sit over there," he motioned toward a rocking chair in the corner, "that was Wendy's. And I would sit over here," he pointed to a litte bed. "That was Peter's. And what was it you used to hold all the time? Oh, yeah! The bear! Peter's special bear." he went looking for something. "Here it is." He gave me a small, raggy old teddy bear. I looked in it's worn out eyes and suddenly, I felt a change in me. Something I hadn't felt forever. I felt free.

Before I looked down at the bear, I saw an unfamiliar room filled with unfamiliar objects. When I looked up from the bear, I saw the house. Wendy's house. I would take some of the boys there when the treehouses weren't entirely safe. We would share stories about Peter and home and our mothers. We'd play cards and have fun (as always). I looked at the rocking chair and remembered Wendy sitting in it as a thirteen-year-old, telling stories. I looked at the bed and saw twelve-year-old Peter, falling asleep to Wendy's lovely story.

Peter! I remembered him coming back as an adult in search of his kids, Jack and Maggie. I remembered them as little twelve- and seven-year-olds. I remembered the excitement when he became Pan again. I remembered Rufio. I remembered loosening the pillars that held up the crocodile so they'd fall over later. I gasped. The crocodile fell on Hook because I loosened the pillars. I killed him! I remembered seeing little Maggie holding Jack's hand, and looking at me with her big, blue, curious eyes. I remembered putting my fingers to my lips, signaling her to keep quiet, and running away, into the woods. I also remembered the day I left Neverland.

"Leave if you want! I'm staying!" He yelled.

"Come with me. It will be great for both of us, I promise," I said.

"No way! You can't make me leave," he said. The memory was still foggy, so I couldn't really see who I was arguing with.

"Fine! I'll go without you then!" I said. I started walking away. "I'm serious."

"You won't do it," he said, sounding very sure of this.

"Watch me." As I was walking away, towards the woods, I looked back at him one more time. He stood, arms crossed, watching me go. I felt a great loss as I realized he was serious. He really wasn't coming. I wanted to scream and cry. I couldn't lose him. But I was serious, too. I turned my back and ran far away and didn't stop until I couldn't even see through the tears in my eyes.

I gasped as my memory was refreshed. This memory meant a lot.

"You..." I said to Ace. He nodded.

"I'm your brother."

"But..." I couldn't speak. "How could I forget my own brother?"

"It's the Mainland. It does freaky things to your mind. And your body. Did you get taller?" He asked. I laughed.

"I think so," I replied, looking down at my legs, which had grown a lot since the last time I'd been here. "So... I did it?" He nodded.

"You did it. You killed him. You're a hero," he said. "We never forgot you."

"Well, now you're just making me feel bad," I joked. We laughed, then there was a silence.

"Why'd you leave?" he asked finally.

"I don't know," I whispered. "I think I wanted a normal life...for both of us. I wanted to go to school and meet other girls and I wanted you to play sports and be safe. But you didn't come."

"I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to grow up. I didn't want to be like Peter or Maggie or..." his voice trailed off.

"Me?" I asked. He nodded.

"Can you...Will you...stay?" he asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "I just got back. I don't want to leave you again, but I have a life there now. I have things to do and-"

"Stop." He said. I stopped talking. "Don't say stuff like that. You're sounding...grown up. It's scary."

"Sorry," I said. "I'll think about staying." He smiled.

"We should go," he said, grabbing my hand and started running, me following closely behind.

"Ace! Slow down before you-" I stopped. I'm a Lost Girl. "Ace! Run faster!"