Near one of the many streams that came out of the mountains in Neverland's centre, which had a large piece of bark going across it to act as a bridge, having fallen from a tree after a recent windstorm in the middle of the island, Rosetta's cart screeched to a halt on the path, almost throwing her forward out of her seat, and she slumped back into it, breathing heavily from shock and shaking a little as she looked out behind her cart to see if that scout fairy was following her. For the moment it was clear and she breathed a sigh of relief as she sat back in her seat.

That was the scariest moment of her life! That scout fairy had been just feet from her. If the other fairies had not seen him or not taken any noticed of him, he could have easily hurt her! It was only by her quick thinking that she had managed to evade him and, by the looks of it, she had given him the slip, for now at least. However, a nasty thought in the back of her head told her that he would find her again and somehow get ahead of her. She began to worry that eventually, he would get to her.

"Oh, c'mon, don't think about that!" a voice in her mind seemed to snap at her. "You're in a cart, he's on foot! He can't get to you!"

"But what if he does?" she muttered to herself, but was too afraid to know, or even think of the answer.

She sat up in her cart seat and stared ahead down the path that led to the wooden bridge that went across the stream for a moment. Her mind began to wonder what to do now. What was she to do? Was she to go on towards the sanctuary or was she to go back to the hollow. Either way, she feared that this mysterious scout fairy would not stop following her, but at both places she would be around more people and if she was around more people, she would be safe, or she hoped she would.

Finally, she sighed and started her cart again. She had made up her mind. She was going to continue on towards the sanctuary. Hopefully, she would lose this scout fairy that was following her, trying to put the belief that he might continue following her out of her mind. The cart shook a little as she drove forward down the path towards the bridge, glancing left and right as she went to make sure the fairy was not going to sneak up on her.

As the cart came onto the bridge, the wheels of the cart making loud thudding noises as they turned on the wooden surface, a loud spluttering noise came from within the back of the cart. It began to slow down. Rosetta tried to force it on but it suddenly came to a halt in the middle of the bridge and, with a loud splutter, died.

"Oh, great," she groaned, lowering her head onto the steering wheel. "Worst place for the engine to get flooded,"

This was another thing that was wrong with carts on Neverland. The engines tended to get flooded or overheated when the cart had been used for too long and Rosetta had been using it almost non-stop for the past two days. It was going to take a few minutes for the engine to cool down or disperse the flood inside it. Until then, she was stuck on the bridge.

As she raised her head and sat back in her chair, raising her feet in response to her body movement, one of her shoes came off. Sighing in annoyance, Rosetta leant forward and slipped her foot back into her shoe and sat back up.

It was then she froze, looking ahead. There, standing just a few feet from the other side of the bridge, one him. It was that scout fairy. He pointed his thumb down the road, smiling friendly at her as if he was welcoming her. Rosetta began to panic and tried to start the cart again but the spluttering sound was all that came from the engine.

"Oh, c'mon! Please!" she begged as she tried to start the cart again, only to get the spluttering noise once again. Fear gripped her and her breathing began to get very quick and short. She just had to get out of here!

Meanwhile, further up the stream

The river had a large bend that went right and then left before going straight and disappearing into small field, or forest if you were a fairy, of grass. About half-way down the straight section of the stream that came from the bend was a small wooden dam of twigs, sticks and stones at the bottom and placed at the front and the back on the ground for extra strength. A large twig gate had been built in the middle of the stream to let the water through when the stream level got too low. Several small windows were on the side of the dam as inside it, on either side of the gate were several small rooms. In one just behind the gate in a small section of the dam that ran just above the gate and with a window that overlooked the stream and another window at the back of the room that was just a few feet below the water level and with a large mechanical cog built into the wall next to the window above the gate, a tall female water fairy with light blue hair and was wearing a cyan coloured dress made out of a lily looked out of the window down at the water level. It was getting low and the water level at the back was getting too high.

"Best open the gate," she said to herself.

"Sorry?" a black tinker fairy wearing a dark green leaf top and pair of shorts said as he walked into the room from the corridor leading off on the left wall.

"I said: I best open the gate," the water fairy repeated, looking up at him. "Stream level in front of the dam is getting kind of low,"

The Tinker fairy walked over and looked out of the window down at the stream.

"Yep," he said, looking up at her. "Open it up,"

The water fairy nodded and grabbed the cog and began to turn it. Outside, a loud grinding sound filled the air as the gate outside began to rise out of the water. At once, like a rush of a crowd, the water behind the dam began to flow through the opening and down the stream at a terrific speed downstream.

Further downstream

"Oh, c'mon!" Rosetta growled out of fear as she tried to start her cart again, but still the spluttering just came out. She looked up at the scout fairy who was still standing there, his thumb pointing down the path and smiling friendly at her. She tried again, but it still did not work. Oh! It was hopeless! It was absolutely hop-

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound filled her ears and she looked downstream to see a wall of water shoot round the bend and flow downstream towards her. Her breath got caught in her throat as she tried to start her cart again, her face contorting into a look of absolute terror and sweat falling down her forehead like a river.

Fifty feet, Rosetta started the cart again, but spluttering came out. Forty feet, the water was getting closer and the cart was still not going to move. Rosetta pounded it with her fists, almost screaming in terror as she tried desperately to get the cart to start. Thirty feet, the bridge began to shake a little now as the water approached. Rosetta tried to start the cart again, begging with tears almost falling down her face, but to no avail. Twenty feet, the water was now so close the bridge was shaking more than ever and the cart was beginning to rock a little. Rosetta actually tried to shake the steering wheel in an effort to get the cart to move. It wounded crazy, but right now she just wanted to get off the bridge. Ten feet, the river was almost on top of her and getting closer. Looking up with fear, Rosetta closed her eyes as tightly as she could, waiting for the water to smash her and the cart off the bridge and into the depths of the stream below.

All of a sudden, at the last moment just as the wave was about to hit, the cart engine suddenly shot to life and, as Rosetta had her foot on the accelerator, the vehicle shot forward off the bridge and down the path. Literally just in time as the wave slammed into the bark bridge and knocked it off into the water, dragging it down and tearing it up in the depths of the stream.

Rosetta drove on for about another one hundred or so feet before slamming her feet on the brakes, bringing the cart to a screeching halt, throwing her back into her seat with wide eyes. Her body was shaking madly as she stared ahead as if she was in a trance, trying to recover from the shock of what had just happened.

When she finally calmed down, her mind was beginning to go onto the worst possible scenario of what that scout fairy wanted with her and it scared her to the very bones of her body and made them feel like they would crack and shatter into dust.

He had been beckoning her! He-he had wanted her to come forward and he had left her on the bridge for that wave to catch her! He-he wanted her to…to die! He wanted her to die! The thoughts overwhelmed her to the point of where she leaned forward onto the steering wheel, resting her head onto her arms, as tears began to run down her face. She was so scared, frightened, terrified, no…petrified! This was tearing her mind apart! She just did not know what to do!

She lowered her face into her arms, crying silently. She just did not know what to do.