Chapter Two: …ten years later.
It had been ten years since the Cohen family's visit to England. Margaret, of course, had her reasons for not wanting to go back…but after ten years of begging and pleading from her mother to see her grandchildren, Marge finally gave in. Sasha and her brothers after all, had indeed grown up.
"Mom, I have plans this month! I have a girlfriend for the first time in my life. I can't just go off and spend an entire month away from her!" Trent whined as the Cohen family walked off the airplane.
"Trent, shut-up." Sasha snapped at him, before putting her headphones on her ears and playing Michelle Branch.
Trent sighed and ran a hand through his spiky blond hair. He walked slowly behind Sasha and Ian. Ian was busy chatting away on his cell phone to his girlfriend, Marian.
Margaret smiled to herself, her children were definitely grown up. Sasha looked back at her brothers and then caught up with her parents and followed them outside into the cold. Her father hailed down a taxi and ushered his children into the backseat.
Over the years, Sasha had forgotten entirely about Peter Pan. She just assumed that it had all been a dream. No one ever spoke about their first trip, especially their mother.
Sasha wondered if she would be allowed in the nursery this time. Since the last time Sasha had been to London, she had finished elementary school, middle school and was almost finished with high school. Oh how she had grown up, and oh how she had hated it. Being grown up meant that you had more responsibilities… Sasha even had to get a job. She hated it, but what she hated even more was being told almost every day by her brothers to grow up. What was the big deal about being grown up away?
Although Sasha would miss her Californian friends terribly, she didn't mind spending an entire month in England. She missed her grandmother horribly and she missed the whole "white Christmas". She even missed the cool toys.
"I should tell you all that your Uncle Stuart and your Aunt Brynn will be at your grandma's house for Christmas as well. They're flying in from Glasgow today." Marge turned around and told her children.
Stuart was Marge's older brother who lived in Scotland with his wife and two children, Renee and Emma. Stuart was a big musician and hardly had time to spend visiting his mother or the rest of his family. This was the first time in twenty years that he had seen his sister.
"Uh, man…" Ian and Trent groaned in unison.
Sasha sighed softly to herself and stared out the window, as they neared the town house. When they arrived, her aunt and uncle had already invaded the house. It would be difficult staying in a house with so many people.
Sasha walked up the snowy steps behind her father, while Marge rang the doorbell. This time a little girl with light brown hair answered the door. Marge smiled and knelt down, "Hello Renee, I am your Aunt Margaret."
Sasha smiled and brushed past them, walking straight upstairs to the nursery. As she entered the room, she noticed another little girl playing on the floor with paper dolls. The little girl looked at Sasha quire, "Who are you?"
Sasha put down her suitcase and walked over to the little girl, "Hello Emma, I am your cousin Sasha."
Emma smiled and held up her paper dolls, "wanna play?"
"Sure." Sasha replied.
Jane grinned as she walked into the nursery, "Why Sasha Cohen, you've grown up."
Sasha walked over to her grandmother and hugged her. It seemed that her grandmother hadn't changed at all. "Quite a crowded house you have here. Where do you want me to sleep tonight?"
Jane placed her hand on Sasha's shoulder, "why don't you girls stay here in the nursery. Your brothers can stay in the upstairs bedroom."
"Thanks Grandma." Sasha replied, kissing her cheek.
She turned around and looked down at Emma, "Hey, I'm tired, mind if we play tomorrow, yeah?"
"Sure!" Emma replied happily.
Sasha nodded and gathered her personal belongings, taking them to the bathroom. She came back fifteen minutes later wearing a blue tank top and blue cloud PJ pants. Her blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail.
"Which bed do you want me to take?" She asked Emma.
Emma looked up from her paper dolls and pointed at the bed closet to the window, "that one."
Sasha picked up her suitcase and walked over to the bed. She put her CD player down and then walked over to Emma. Emma put her dolls away and then stood up. She looked up at her cousin and leaned closer towards her, "Renee and I don't want to sleep there," she whispered, "Renee saw a boy peaking through the window last night."
Sasha stared at her cousin silently. Had her encounter with Peter Pan been real?
No, she told herself.
"Don't worry Emmie, I am sure it was nothing. Anyway, I will protect you." Sasha told her and then climbed into her bed.
"Thank you Sasha."
Sasha smiled and then turned on her CD player, rolling on her side so she could stare out the window. She couldn't help but wonder if her cousin saw what she said she saw. Was Peter back to find Sasha?
Sasha tried to stay awake to keep guard, but was exhausted from the flight and could no longer keep her eyes open.
…
Peter peered into the window of the nursery. Ever since his first encounter with Sasha, he had come back to the nursery window each night. Every time he'd stay a bit longer than the last. It seemed that all the time he had spent waiting for Sasha's return, he had grown quite a bit himself. However, unlike Sasha and her brothers, he had grown twice as slow. He was only a seventeen year old boy, instead of a twenty-two year old man.
Peter noticed Sasha in the room and immediately opened the window. Sasha was fast asleep, but her cousins were not. He leaned over her bed and smiled, almost ready to kiss her when Emma began to scream.
Sasha sat up with a start, "what's wrong?" she exclaimed.
"It's the boy! There was a boy in the room! He's trying to kill you!!" Emma cried.
Sasha rubbed her eyes and looked around the room, but saw no one. She slowly climbed out of bed and walked over to her cousin, "Shh…go back to sleep, I'll go investigate."
Sasha turned back around and realized that the window was wide open. It hadn't been open before, had it? Sasha grabbed her blue hoodie and slippers, and then peaked her head out the window. She climbed onto the balcony but saw no one. Although for a second she could have sworn that she had seen a shooting star in the sky.
"It was nothing." She reassured her cousins, as she locked the window.
"Go back to sleep."
Sasha got back into her own bed and it wasn't long before her mother was hovering over her, trying to wake her up.
"Get dressed, we're going out to breakfast. You can use your grandmother's bathroom downstairs." Marge told her.
"Nurghh…" Sasha groaned rolling over.
"Come on! You are worse than your brothers about getting up, I swear." Marge mumbled and left the room.
Sasha slowly sat up and kicked her feet over the side the bed. She bent down and opened her suitcase, picking out the day's clothing. Then she walked down the stairs towards her grandmother's bedroom.
"Hello Grandma, Mom said I could use your bathroom." Sasha told Jane, who was sitting in her rocking chair reading a book.
"Go right ahead sweetheart. And when you return I have a gift for you."
Sasha smiled and merged into the bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, and then she changed out of her night clothes and into jeans and a hoodie. Fifteen minutes later she walked out of the bathroom and saw her grandmother standing in front of a jewellery case.
"This belonged to my mother, given to her by a dear friend." Jane spoke noticing Sasha in the vanity mirror.
Jane turned around and showed the golden chain to Sasha. Sasha looked down at it and then back up at her grandmother. It was an acorn with a hole in the middle of it.
"An acorn?" She inquired, slightly confused.
Jane nodded and smiled, "it saved her life you know. And now I want to give it to you….just promise me that you won't let your mother know about it…"
"Okay." Sasha replied hooking the chain around her neck.
"Well we better go downstairs, your uncle is taking us all out to breakfast."
Sasha smiled at her grandmother and walked down the stairs to meet up with the rest of her family. She walked into the parlour and sat down on the sofa beside Trent. "Hey…" Trent whispered, "was there a boy in your room last night?"
"What? No…" Sasha replied.
"Good because Emma is telling everyone that she saw a boy in the room…she is convinced he was looking for you…"
"She must have been dreaming." Sasha replied waving her hand, as if to be brushing it aside. She stood up and walked outside to the stoop. She put her hood over her head and walked down the steps. Now she knew she hadn't dreamt up Peter Pan. She couldn't have…
…
"How would you children like to go to the movies this evening?" Margaret inquired during dinner, "let us adults spend some quality time together."
"Yeah!" Ian and Trent agreed, there was always some action flick out that they could go see.
Sasha glanced across the table at her two cousins, who seemed rather happy to be doing something without their parents.
"Sure, it'd be fun." Sasha agreed.
"Great, I'll go get my wallet and call you kids a cab." Marge replied rising to her feet.
Sasha stood up and took her plate into the kitchen. Her grandmother was standing over the kettle making a pot of tea for the adults. Sasha washed off her plate and then looked up at her grandmother, after making sure no one else was in the room.
"Grandma?"
"Yes child?"
"Who gave this acorn to my Great-Grandmother?"
"A childhood friend of hers, his name was Peter."
"Peter, as in Peter Pan?"
"Good heavens yes."
"He came to me last night, while I was asleep Grandmother. What does he want?"
"Why the same thing every child wants, a mother."
"But I can't be his mother. I am too young…and besides that he kissed me-"
Sasha was interrupted by her father Oliver. Oliver placed in dish in the sink and then turned towards his daughter, "are you ready? You'd better get your hoodie on, the taxi is on its way over here."
"Okay, I'll go get ready."
Sasha and Jane exchanged a glance and then Sasha walked out of the kitchen and into the parlour. She got her hoodie out of the broom closet and then followed her brothers outside to the waiting taxi cab.
Marge entered the kitchen moments later and sat down at the table beside her mother. She drew in a deep breath and glanced about the kitchen. It hadn't changed at all since she was a young girl.
"I saw the acorn around Sasha's neck. He's come for her, hasn't he?"
"Yes my daughter, he has come for her." Jane replied quietly.
"Oh Mother, he mustn't. He'll break her heart…and I couldn't bare to see her hurt." Marge spoke softly.
"I know Margaret. I know this. But I think he truly genuinely wants to keep her."
"But she is mine…I can't let her go…"
"Just like I couldn't let you go, and just like my mother couldn't let me go. He is destined to be alone forever."
"Is he at the window now?"
"I don't know darling..."
Marge sighed and rose to her feet. She knew what she had to do, even if she didn't desire to do so. She drew in a deep breath and began to make her way up the stairs towards the nursery. Jane got up slowly, and followed sadly behind her.
Margaret walked over to the window and opened it, peering her head outside. "Peter? Peter? May I have a word?"
As if he had known that she had been waiting for him, Peter flew down onto the balcony and climbed into the room. Both Margaret and Jane gasped when they saw him…he had after all, well, aged!
"Why Peter! You've grown up!" Jane exclaimed, closing the nursery door.
"NO! NO I haven't! Don't ever say that!" Peter cried.
Marge had also noticed the change but kept quite. Peter probably had the Lost Boys convinced that he himself was still a boy. Oh how great make-believe was.
"Peter…" She trailed off.
"Where is Sasha?" Peter demanded.
"She isn't here right now. Peter…Peter she can't be your mother. She doesn't, she wouldn't know anything about being a mother. Times have changed Peter…she can't sew without a sewing machine. She can't cook without a microwave…she is well, she is almost a grown up."
Peter stared at Margaret silently with his light green eyes, "I don't want her to be my mother." He explained, "I want her to be…" He wasn't sure.
"You can't keep her Peter, she's mine. She belongs to Oliver and I… I couldn't bare to see her heart broken."
"But…" Peter protested, "I need her."
Margaret shook her head sadly. She needed Sasha too…but Sasha probably didn't need either of them. For Sasha was very independent. At that moment Margaret felt immense sadness. She and Jane both knew what it was to live in the Neverland and how happy they had been. Both happier than they had ever been in their entire lives. Marge didn't want to deny her daughter that kind of happiness. But at the same time, when Peter had to return Sasha home, she didn't want her daughter to feel that sudden sadness that never ever went away. All children must grow up, even hers.
"I'm sorry Peter." Margaret spoke and walked out of the room.
Jane stayed in the room and watched Peter sit on floor, crying. Jane knelt down beside him, "why do you want her so much?"
But Jane knew the answer, Sasha was the best match for Peter there ever was. Secretly, Jane wanted Sasha to be in the Neverland with Peter. To have everything that her and her female kin were denied. Sasha deserved the chance to be Peter just as much as the rest of them.
"Peter, it should be up to Sasha shouldn't it?"
Peter nodded, wiping his eyes. Jane stood up and smiled, "then let her decide. Goodnight my dear boy."
Jane brushed back a lose strand of grey hair and walked out of the nursery. Peter shook his head as he climbed out of the nursery window. In his entire life he had never been denied what he desired. Why should Sasha be any different? You see, while Peter had a body of a seventeen year old, his mind was still like that of a twelve year old boy. He had to come up with a plan to keep Sasha forever. This time he would not be barred.
"Wow that movie was really awesome!" Emma exclaimed as she followed Sasha up the stairs.
"Yeah, Daniel Radcliffe makes a good Harry Potter." Sasha agreed.
She stretched her arms as she collapsed on the messy bed. She still wasn't use to the time-change and was ready to fall asleep right there in her day clothes.
Emma looked at her sleeping cousin. She shook her head and brushed back her red hair, and giggled because it was only seven p.m. Emma then decided to leave Sasha alone and wandered into the bathroom to see what her older sister was up to. Renee was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Emma followed her sister's lead and put a fair amount of tooth paste on her toothbrush then stood in front the mirror.
It had been three hours since Peter was last seen in the nursery by Jane and Margaret. The second time he returned, he was accompanied by, Sammie, one of his lost boys. In Sammie's hand was a tiny red bandana. Peter leaned over Sasha with a small bottle in his hand. He had crushed up a sleeping draught pill and mixed it with water. He had attained the pills from a pirate a long time ago. He gently opened Sasha's mouth and poured in a tiny amount. Then Sammie wrapped the bandana around Sasha's eyes. Peter picked Sasha up and out the window they flew.
It was Renee who entered the nursery first. She screamed when she noticed the window wide open and her cousin missing. Immediately, she ran down the stairs to find Sasha's parents.
It had been ten years since the Cohen family's visit to England. Margaret, of course, had her reasons for not wanting to go back…but after ten years of begging and pleading from her mother to see her grandchildren, Marge finally gave in. Sasha and her brothers after all, had indeed grown up.
"Mom, I have plans this month! I have a girlfriend for the first time in my life. I can't just go off and spend an entire month away from her!" Trent whined as the Cohen family walked off the airplane.
"Trent, shut-up." Sasha snapped at him, before putting her headphones on her ears and playing Michelle Branch.
Trent sighed and ran a hand through his spiky blond hair. He walked slowly behind Sasha and Ian. Ian was busy chatting away on his cell phone to his girlfriend, Marian.
Margaret smiled to herself, her children were definitely grown up. Sasha looked back at her brothers and then caught up with her parents and followed them outside into the cold. Her father hailed down a taxi and ushered his children into the backseat.
Over the years, Sasha had forgotten entirely about Peter Pan. She just assumed that it had all been a dream. No one ever spoke about their first trip, especially their mother.
Sasha wondered if she would be allowed in the nursery this time. Since the last time Sasha had been to London, she had finished elementary school, middle school and was almost finished with high school. Oh how she had grown up, and oh how she had hated it. Being grown up meant that you had more responsibilities… Sasha even had to get a job. She hated it, but what she hated even more was being told almost every day by her brothers to grow up. What was the big deal about being grown up away?
Although Sasha would miss her Californian friends terribly, she didn't mind spending an entire month in England. She missed her grandmother horribly and she missed the whole "white Christmas". She even missed the cool toys.
"I should tell you all that your Uncle Stuart and your Aunt Brynn will be at your grandma's house for Christmas as well. They're flying in from Glasgow today." Marge turned around and told her children.
Stuart was Marge's older brother who lived in Scotland with his wife and two children, Renee and Emma. Stuart was a big musician and hardly had time to spend visiting his mother or the rest of his family. This was the first time in twenty years that he had seen his sister.
"Uh, man…" Ian and Trent groaned in unison.
Sasha sighed softly to herself and stared out the window, as they neared the town house. When they arrived, her aunt and uncle had already invaded the house. It would be difficult staying in a house with so many people.
Sasha walked up the snowy steps behind her father, while Marge rang the doorbell. This time a little girl with light brown hair answered the door. Marge smiled and knelt down, "Hello Renee, I am your Aunt Margaret."
Sasha smiled and brushed past them, walking straight upstairs to the nursery. As she entered the room, she noticed another little girl playing on the floor with paper dolls. The little girl looked at Sasha quire, "Who are you?"
Sasha put down her suitcase and walked over to the little girl, "Hello Emma, I am your cousin Sasha."
Emma smiled and held up her paper dolls, "wanna play?"
"Sure." Sasha replied.
Jane grinned as she walked into the nursery, "Why Sasha Cohen, you've grown up."
Sasha walked over to her grandmother and hugged her. It seemed that her grandmother hadn't changed at all. "Quite a crowded house you have here. Where do you want me to sleep tonight?"
Jane placed her hand on Sasha's shoulder, "why don't you girls stay here in the nursery. Your brothers can stay in the upstairs bedroom."
"Thanks Grandma." Sasha replied, kissing her cheek.
She turned around and looked down at Emma, "Hey, I'm tired, mind if we play tomorrow, yeah?"
"Sure!" Emma replied happily.
Sasha nodded and gathered her personal belongings, taking them to the bathroom. She came back fifteen minutes later wearing a blue tank top and blue cloud PJ pants. Her blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail.
"Which bed do you want me to take?" She asked Emma.
Emma looked up from her paper dolls and pointed at the bed closet to the window, "that one."
Sasha picked up her suitcase and walked over to the bed. She put her CD player down and then walked over to Emma. Emma put her dolls away and then stood up. She looked up at her cousin and leaned closer towards her, "Renee and I don't want to sleep there," she whispered, "Renee saw a boy peaking through the window last night."
Sasha stared at her cousin silently. Had her encounter with Peter Pan been real?
No, she told herself.
"Don't worry Emmie, I am sure it was nothing. Anyway, I will protect you." Sasha told her and then climbed into her bed.
"Thank you Sasha."
Sasha smiled and then turned on her CD player, rolling on her side so she could stare out the window. She couldn't help but wonder if her cousin saw what she said she saw. Was Peter back to find Sasha?
Sasha tried to stay awake to keep guard, but was exhausted from the flight and could no longer keep her eyes open.
…
Peter peered into the window of the nursery. Ever since his first encounter with Sasha, he had come back to the nursery window each night. Every time he'd stay a bit longer than the last. It seemed that all the time he had spent waiting for Sasha's return, he had grown quite a bit himself. However, unlike Sasha and her brothers, he had grown twice as slow. He was only a seventeen year old boy, instead of a twenty-two year old man.
Peter noticed Sasha in the room and immediately opened the window. Sasha was fast asleep, but her cousins were not. He leaned over her bed and smiled, almost ready to kiss her when Emma began to scream.
Sasha sat up with a start, "what's wrong?" she exclaimed.
"It's the boy! There was a boy in the room! He's trying to kill you!!" Emma cried.
Sasha rubbed her eyes and looked around the room, but saw no one. She slowly climbed out of bed and walked over to her cousin, "Shh…go back to sleep, I'll go investigate."
Sasha turned back around and realized that the window was wide open. It hadn't been open before, had it? Sasha grabbed her blue hoodie and slippers, and then peaked her head out the window. She climbed onto the balcony but saw no one. Although for a second she could have sworn that she had seen a shooting star in the sky.
"It was nothing." She reassured her cousins, as she locked the window.
"Go back to sleep."
Sasha got back into her own bed and it wasn't long before her mother was hovering over her, trying to wake her up.
"Get dressed, we're going out to breakfast. You can use your grandmother's bathroom downstairs." Marge told her.
"Nurghh…" Sasha groaned rolling over.
"Come on! You are worse than your brothers about getting up, I swear." Marge mumbled and left the room.
Sasha slowly sat up and kicked her feet over the side the bed. She bent down and opened her suitcase, picking out the day's clothing. Then she walked down the stairs towards her grandmother's bedroom.
"Hello Grandma, Mom said I could use your bathroom." Sasha told Jane, who was sitting in her rocking chair reading a book.
"Go right ahead sweetheart. And when you return I have a gift for you."
Sasha smiled and merged into the bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face, and then she changed out of her night clothes and into jeans and a hoodie. Fifteen minutes later she walked out of the bathroom and saw her grandmother standing in front of a jewellery case.
"This belonged to my mother, given to her by a dear friend." Jane spoke noticing Sasha in the vanity mirror.
Jane turned around and showed the golden chain to Sasha. Sasha looked down at it and then back up at her grandmother. It was an acorn with a hole in the middle of it.
"An acorn?" She inquired, slightly confused.
Jane nodded and smiled, "it saved her life you know. And now I want to give it to you….just promise me that you won't let your mother know about it…"
"Okay." Sasha replied hooking the chain around her neck.
"Well we better go downstairs, your uncle is taking us all out to breakfast."
Sasha smiled at her grandmother and walked down the stairs to meet up with the rest of her family. She walked into the parlour and sat down on the sofa beside Trent. "Hey…" Trent whispered, "was there a boy in your room last night?"
"What? No…" Sasha replied.
"Good because Emma is telling everyone that she saw a boy in the room…she is convinced he was looking for you…"
"She must have been dreaming." Sasha replied waving her hand, as if to be brushing it aside. She stood up and walked outside to the stoop. She put her hood over her head and walked down the steps. Now she knew she hadn't dreamt up Peter Pan. She couldn't have…
…
"How would you children like to go to the movies this evening?" Margaret inquired during dinner, "let us adults spend some quality time together."
"Yeah!" Ian and Trent agreed, there was always some action flick out that they could go see.
Sasha glanced across the table at her two cousins, who seemed rather happy to be doing something without their parents.
"Sure, it'd be fun." Sasha agreed.
"Great, I'll go get my wallet and call you kids a cab." Marge replied rising to her feet.
Sasha stood up and took her plate into the kitchen. Her grandmother was standing over the kettle making a pot of tea for the adults. Sasha washed off her plate and then looked up at her grandmother, after making sure no one else was in the room.
"Grandma?"
"Yes child?"
"Who gave this acorn to my Great-Grandmother?"
"A childhood friend of hers, his name was Peter."
"Peter, as in Peter Pan?"
"Good heavens yes."
"He came to me last night, while I was asleep Grandmother. What does he want?"
"Why the same thing every child wants, a mother."
"But I can't be his mother. I am too young…and besides that he kissed me-"
Sasha was interrupted by her father Oliver. Oliver placed in dish in the sink and then turned towards his daughter, "are you ready? You'd better get your hoodie on, the taxi is on its way over here."
"Okay, I'll go get ready."
Sasha and Jane exchanged a glance and then Sasha walked out of the kitchen and into the parlour. She got her hoodie out of the broom closet and then followed her brothers outside to the waiting taxi cab.
Marge entered the kitchen moments later and sat down at the table beside her mother. She drew in a deep breath and glanced about the kitchen. It hadn't changed at all since she was a young girl.
"I saw the acorn around Sasha's neck. He's come for her, hasn't he?"
"Yes my daughter, he has come for her." Jane replied quietly.
"Oh Mother, he mustn't. He'll break her heart…and I couldn't bare to see her hurt." Marge spoke softly.
"I know Margaret. I know this. But I think he truly genuinely wants to keep her."
"But she is mine…I can't let her go…"
"Just like I couldn't let you go, and just like my mother couldn't let me go. He is destined to be alone forever."
"Is he at the window now?"
"I don't know darling..."
Marge sighed and rose to her feet. She knew what she had to do, even if she didn't desire to do so. She drew in a deep breath and began to make her way up the stairs towards the nursery. Jane got up slowly, and followed sadly behind her.
Margaret walked over to the window and opened it, peering her head outside. "Peter? Peter? May I have a word?"
As if he had known that she had been waiting for him, Peter flew down onto the balcony and climbed into the room. Both Margaret and Jane gasped when they saw him…he had after all, well, aged!
"Why Peter! You've grown up!" Jane exclaimed, closing the nursery door.
"NO! NO I haven't! Don't ever say that!" Peter cried.
Marge had also noticed the change but kept quite. Peter probably had the Lost Boys convinced that he himself was still a boy. Oh how great make-believe was.
"Peter…" She trailed off.
"Where is Sasha?" Peter demanded.
"She isn't here right now. Peter…Peter she can't be your mother. She doesn't, she wouldn't know anything about being a mother. Times have changed Peter…she can't sew without a sewing machine. She can't cook without a microwave…she is well, she is almost a grown up."
Peter stared at Margaret silently with his light green eyes, "I don't want her to be my mother." He explained, "I want her to be…" He wasn't sure.
"You can't keep her Peter, she's mine. She belongs to Oliver and I… I couldn't bare to see her heart broken."
"But…" Peter protested, "I need her."
Margaret shook her head sadly. She needed Sasha too…but Sasha probably didn't need either of them. For Sasha was very independent. At that moment Margaret felt immense sadness. She and Jane both knew what it was to live in the Neverland and how happy they had been. Both happier than they had ever been in their entire lives. Marge didn't want to deny her daughter that kind of happiness. But at the same time, when Peter had to return Sasha home, she didn't want her daughter to feel that sudden sadness that never ever went away. All children must grow up, even hers.
"I'm sorry Peter." Margaret spoke and walked out of the room.
Jane stayed in the room and watched Peter sit on floor, crying. Jane knelt down beside him, "why do you want her so much?"
But Jane knew the answer, Sasha was the best match for Peter there ever was. Secretly, Jane wanted Sasha to be in the Neverland with Peter. To have everything that her and her female kin were denied. Sasha deserved the chance to be Peter just as much as the rest of them.
"Peter, it should be up to Sasha shouldn't it?"
Peter nodded, wiping his eyes. Jane stood up and smiled, "then let her decide. Goodnight my dear boy."
Jane brushed back a lose strand of grey hair and walked out of the nursery. Peter shook his head as he climbed out of the nursery window. In his entire life he had never been denied what he desired. Why should Sasha be any different? You see, while Peter had a body of a seventeen year old, his mind was still like that of a twelve year old boy. He had to come up with a plan to keep Sasha forever. This time he would not be barred.
"Wow that movie was really awesome!" Emma exclaimed as she followed Sasha up the stairs.
"Yeah, Daniel Radcliffe makes a good Harry Potter." Sasha agreed.
She stretched her arms as she collapsed on the messy bed. She still wasn't use to the time-change and was ready to fall asleep right there in her day clothes.
Emma looked at her sleeping cousin. She shook her head and brushed back her red hair, and giggled because it was only seven p.m. Emma then decided to leave Sasha alone and wandered into the bathroom to see what her older sister was up to. Renee was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Emma followed her sister's lead and put a fair amount of tooth paste on her toothbrush then stood in front the mirror.
It had been three hours since Peter was last seen in the nursery by Jane and Margaret. The second time he returned, he was accompanied by, Sammie, one of his lost boys. In Sammie's hand was a tiny red bandana. Peter leaned over Sasha with a small bottle in his hand. He had crushed up a sleeping draught pill and mixed it with water. He had attained the pills from a pirate a long time ago. He gently opened Sasha's mouth and poured in a tiny amount. Then Sammie wrapped the bandana around Sasha's eyes. Peter picked Sasha up and out the window they flew.
It was Renee who entered the nursery first. She screamed when she noticed the window wide open and her cousin missing. Immediately, she ran down the stairs to find Sasha's parents.