SCENE III a.

(Wendy enters the nursery very tired and weak. She turns on the light, and is startled to see Peter floating in mid-air, with a blanket over him. She crosses to him.)
WENDY: Peter, darling, are you awake? (She hears his gentle breathing and smiles. She crosses to her old rocking chair, and sitting in it begins to knit. She knits for a while, and then looking at him, figures she has better lay him back down. She crosses to him, and tries gently to push him down. He does not budge. She tries more forcefully. He still does not move. Then becoming agitated, she get a look of an idea on her face. Her expression becomes tender.) I wonder. (She strokes his cheek, and he moves a little but not much. She knows what she must do. She sits underneath him on the couch, and wrapping her arm around him the best she can, begins to hum a loving little lullaby. Slowly and gracefully, he lands into Wendy's motherly embrace.) Back when I was a child, this was the only way you would let me touch you. When you were a child. Oh, Peter, what is to become of you? But without you, what is to become of Jane....or me? Are we really being selfish? (pause) I would often wish you would let me hold you when you were awake like you do when you were asleep. Oh, but you were strict about your rules.(pause) You were a wonderful captain, Peter. You could command the world and dreams of children with one flick of your hand, and one sparkle of your smile. You still have the capability to do so. (pause) I often wish I hadn't married. I waited for you to come for me for so many long years. But you never came. Now for whatever reason, you are here. Jane had the power to do what I could not. No little girl held you favor the way I did. I fell deeply in love with the little boy who could crow long before he became a part of my life, but was merely a part of my dreams. You are every little child's dreams. Little boys dream to become you. Many little girls would die to cradle you as I did.....as I am doing now. (pause) I don't know what is wrong, Peter, and maybe Jane is right. Maybe I shouldn't care. My finest wish has come true. You are mine now, Peter, my little boy. (kisses his forehead) My little love. (Peter stirs a little bit. Wendy draws back, and holds her breath, but he does not awake. She lays him down, and goes back to the fire and her rocking chair. Slowly she falls asleep.)

Blackout. Change to scene III b.