baaaah...ok i know i said this story would never be completed & truthfully i'd forgotten all about it already then suddenly a new review pops up in my email (specifically from XxDarkGoddessxX). now i just feel bad. okok guess i'll continue then. updates soon!

Moohar. Update here:


        Peter was NOT happy. He paced atop the Darling's roof, his mind a- flurry with debating thoughts. Tinkerbell wasn't helping either, tinkling around him like a glowing bumblebee in a mad frenzy. If one listened carefully enough, one would be able to hear that she was telling Peter to stop being such a ninny and either go back to Neverland or enter the Darling's home. "Buzz off Tink," Peter huffed with a swat of his hand. Tink swerved out of his way before tinkling something unpleasant.

        He finally made up his mind. This terrible thing that was happening to him could not go on any longer. Standing up straight, hands on hips and with a nod to himself, Peter flew down to the nursery window. It was closed. But that wasn't a problem. With a few tugs, Peter pulled opened the unlatched window. It seemed easier to do than before. Peter became all the more anxious on getting his terrible problem fixed.

        He didn't know why it was Wendy that he wanted to see but he didn't know who else to turn to. Besides, Wendy did have a knack for fixing things. When he had had trouble fixing his shadow back onto himself, it was Wendy who had helped him sew it back on.

        Peter looked around the nursery. Well, things certainly hadn't changed much, although there were a whole lot more beds than there used to be. The Lost Boys had moved into the nursery as well after being adopted by the Darlings and this was the reason for the increasing lack of space and amount of mess.

        He floated above the beds as silent as a breeze lest he wake any of the boys up and cause an uproar. In the darkness he strained to make out the sleeping figures on the beds. There was John and Michael in the first two beds nearest the window, and down the row there were Slightly, Tootles, Nibs, Curly and the twins sleeping side by side. He must have missed one. Peter backtracked. But no. Where was Wendy?

        It was a nightmare. Where could Wendy have gone? Peter flew around the room in circles checking again and again to make sure but he couldn't see her brown hair splayed across the pillow on any of the beds. Tink began to chitter again, telling Peter that didn't she already tell him that this was going to be a waste of time? But Peter refused to leave yet. He had to find Wendy.

        Landing softly onto the carpeted nursery room floor, Peter padded his bare feet to the door leading to the hallway and signalled to Tink, putting his finger to his lips. He turned the doorknob, and swung the door open slowly to the darkened hallway.