The group's departure was tinged with sadness. Neverland did not want to see its future go back to the mortal world and everyone felt uneasy that Wendy would not wake. The island had been in quiet mourning for their passing King and they were even more alarmed to hear that the queen and prince would be leaving the island for a time. The Indians had made Wendy a magnificent bed that Beck and another eagle, Ramsey, could carry between them. John carried Wyatt in his arms as he rode on Ocho's back. Everyone came to pay their respects to the Queen's Army as they prepared to leave. The Fairy Queen hovered over Wendy and looked down at her sadly.

"Queen Wendy, I pray to the Second Star that you come back to us soon. You are Mother to all of Neverland, your prince needs your guidance and another will join him soon." Lily's eyes widened as she heard the Queen's proclamation but she kept it to herself. The fairy touched Wendy's cheek gently, then disappeared. Lily handed Michael a bundle of clothing they had made for the baby.

"These will remind everyone that he is a Prince of Neverland."

"We shan't forget, Princess," Nibs said, inclining his head.

"And we will bring him and your queen back safely," Tootles said. Lily nodded and watched them rise into the sky and disappear through the stars. Everyone was silent for a moment before they started to move in different directions, not saying a word. The absence of the royal family left Neverland's inhabitants feeling saddened and lost. Lily hoped Wendy and Wyatt would return very soon.

The Darlings cared for their daughter as best they could; Mrs. Darling stayed by Wendy's bedside, draping a cold cloth on her forehead or softly telling her a story. They were stunned when the boys had returned and told them what had become of Peter. Mrs. Darling felt her heart break for her daughter's loss. The boys all helped out with caring for Wyatt. Mrs. Darling finally decided to bottle feed him since Wendy was not getting enough sustenance for herself let alone the baby. Two days went by since their return to London and Wendy was starting to waste away. She was lost in a world of haunting dreams and painful visions. She couldn't seem to escape, no matter how hard she tried.

Mr. Darling had a well-known doctor come to the house. Nibs quietly whispered to his father that a mortal doctor could not help her since her pain was from the heart but Mr. Darling wanted her checked over all the same. Mrs. Darling refused to leave her daughter during her examination and the doctor was stumped as he could find nothing wrong with the young woman. He gave them a poultice to leave on her chest, directly over her heart but in truth, he had no idea what was wrong. He did say that if they could not get her to eat soon, she would die. Mrs. Darling held a spoon of broth to her daughter's lips and tried to get her to swallow. After several hours of trying, Wendy's dried lips finally parted slightly and Mrs. Darling's fingers gently ran along her daughter's throat, getting her to swallow. Mrs. Darling cried out that she had eaten but she still would not open her eyes. They could not fathom it and they had no idea of how to help their little girl.

A week went by and Wendy still had not opened her eyes. Mrs. Darling was spoon- feeding her soup as if she was an invalid and she had bathed and dressed her as well. Mr. Darling sighed heavily as he saw the toll his daughter's health was taking on his wife. He felt so helpless. The doctor came once more to check on her and was distressed to see that she still slept. He conducted another examination and as he folded Wendy's blanket back over her, he informed Mrs. Darling to start trickling orange juice down her throat. Mrs. Darling frowned as she watched the doctor gather his supplies.

"Why orange juice?"

"She needs potassium and vitamins to provide the proper nutrients for her new little one." Mrs. Darling's eyes shot open.

"What?" The doctor glanced at her, his expression indifferent.

"You heard me, Mrs. Darling. Young Mrs. Pan is with child." And with that, he took his leave. Mrs. Darling stroked her daughter's face, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh my dearest child, you must wake up. Your son needs you. And you have one more on the way. Peter would not want you to stop living."

"Did I hear correctly?" Mrs. Darling felt her husband's arms wrap around her shoulders and lean in close. "Did you say another one on the way?" She nodded.

"The doctor just conducted another exam. He says Wendy is with child." Mr. Darling picked up his daughter's hand and squeezed it in his own.

"Oh my sweet little girl. How will she do this alone, Mary?"

"She won't be alone. She has us. She will always have us."

Wendy blinked as she watched the light coming closer. She knew she should probably run away but she was frozen and it wasn't in fear. She felt warmed by its presence and she waited for it to approach her. Finally the light was directly in front of her and it turned into a fairy that smiled down at her.

"Hello Tinkerbell," she said quietly. Tink swept into a little curtsy.

"My Queen." Wendy had no idea how she was understanding Tinkerbell. She had no idea why the fairy was appearing to her in the first place. Peter had said she had been killed on the Jolly Roger. So what was happening now?

"Tink, I don't understand."

"You're in mourning for Peter and that's perfectly natural. But you can't stop living. Peter would not want that for you. He loves you with all his heart and wants you to carry on without him."

"There is no life without him," she said, her eyes filling with tears.

"Now that's not true and Peter would frown to hear you say so. You have a son to care for, to groom to be the King of Neverland. You are our Queen and carry the hopes and future of our people. You must prepare your son to take his father's place. And," Wendy started to speak but Tink quickly cut her off, "you must take care of yourself for the newest royal babe." Wendy gasped, her hands going to her stomach.

"What?"

"Peter's legacy lives on in Wyatt and in you. Wyatt will not be the only child of Pan. But you have to wake up and start living again in order to welcome this child to the world. Peter still loves you, Wendy."

"You talk as if he still lives and breathes."
"The Pan is never really gone. Didn't Pahana teach you that?"

"Pahana still lives because nothing has torn him from this world yet. Peter was murdered. And without his body, we cannot bring him back as the Indians did the last time." Tink started to glow brighter, making Wendy wince.

"Remember all of the love and happiness he brought you. Remember all of the joy you felt with him. Don't think about the sorrow and the loss. Treasure your miracles and teach them to be good and just rulers. It's up to you now, Wendy. Your son will one day rule all of Neverland." And as the light grew even brighter, Tinkerbell was gone, leaving Wendy blinking in the darkness.