I realise that now I've quite strayed from the book. Gerk For one thing, if I'd followed the book closely, Tink would be dead by now & she wouldn't be "chittering" but "tinkling like golden bells". But bugger that yeah?
"Come on Tink," Peter said impatiently in a whisper. But the lovely fairy just put on an obstinate face, crossed her arms and refused to budge. Peter sighed with resignation. He knew that Tink was just being stubborn because she didn't want him to find Wendy. Well he'd just have to search on his own then.
He remembered the last time he was down this hallway. He had been trying to find his shadow. It occurred to him that this time he was on a search too. Well. He couldn't possibly look for Wendy in the drawers now could he? He wondered where to start. There were only three doors lined along the hallway and one had to lead to where Wendy was. But Peter had to careful not to be discovered by her parents instead.
Slowly walking down the hallway with his dirty feet, he debated on which door to open. He tried smelling her out but only succeeded in tickling his nose. He tried to stop his sneeze by pinching his nose with his fingers tightly but a small squeak still escaped. Peter held his breath. The house remained as silent as ever save for the few snores that resounded throughout the place. He let out a breath of relief.
Wendy was asleep, breathing as peacefully as one without a care in the world. The only thing that betrayed her look of bliss was the tear tracks that had begun to dry upon her cheeks. And it was in this state that Peter found her.
The door opened a hesitant crack. It began to move open ever so slowly until finally a silhouette of a boy clad in leaves framed the doorway. The silhouette floated eagerly towards her bed until it finally resided in hovering over it.
Peter was entranced. There she was, Wendy, lying in the bed below him. She looked ever so peaceful, her breaths coming in deep and steady. He smiled as he saw the familiarity of her face by the moonlight coming through the window. He hadn't realized how much he had missed her. But then a frown came over his features. What was this feeling?
Peter's heart was racing and all of a sudden his tummy didn't feel so good. He felt that perhaps he had suddenly become ill and he landed rather clumsily onto the floor beside her bed. Yes, this terrible thing. It must be the cause.
"Peter?" Wendy's groggy voice came to him from the bed that was now high beside him. At this, Peter rose.
"Peter, is that really you?" Wendy said again, disbelievingly. She had dreamed him standing before her that way so many times that she couldn't be sure that this was real. She rubbed her eyes.
Peter bowed and grinned at her with his pearly teeth. "What do you think?"
