"I'll always believe in you, Peter Pan," Jane whispered as she and her
family stared out the window at the night sky. As her mother and father
left to put Danny into bed, Jane sighed and closed the window. It had all
been a wonderful dream. And there was a part of her that had never wanted
it to end. A part that had never wanted to leave Neverland. A part that
Peter had made her realize that she had. The part that told her that she
never did want to grow up and leave childhood.
After Peter Pan had waved his final good-bye to Wendy and Jane he flew off to return home, to Neverland with Tinkerbell. The two long time friends flew towards the second star to the right in silence. This had been the second time that a girl had come to Neverland. And the second time that the left to return home.
But saying good-bye to Jane was different then when he had to say it to Wendy all those years ago. Jane had been the very first lost girl. She had been the first girl to hit him. And the first one to counter his comments. She may not have been the first one to hug him, but there was something different. It had felt different then when her mother had hugged him. Although he didn't want to admit it, she was the first one that he had ever felt anything for when she had.
He smiled at the memory of when he had made her a lost girl. And although it had looked like she had betrayed him to Hook, she had managed to save him, the Lost Boys, and Tinkerbell. There was no use denying it, Jane was different.
After Peter Pan had waved his final good-bye to Wendy and Jane he flew off to return home, to Neverland with Tinkerbell. The two long time friends flew towards the second star to the right in silence. This had been the second time that a girl had come to Neverland. And the second time that the left to return home.
But saying good-bye to Jane was different then when he had to say it to Wendy all those years ago. Jane had been the very first lost girl. She had been the first girl to hit him. And the first one to counter his comments. She may not have been the first one to hug him, but there was something different. It had felt different then when her mother had hugged him. Although he didn't want to admit it, she was the first one that he had ever felt anything for when she had.
He smiled at the memory of when he had made her a lost girl. And although it had looked like she had betrayed him to Hook, she had managed to save him, the Lost Boys, and Tinkerbell. There was no use denying it, Jane was different.