Erin heard Winston catch his breath. "Winston, have you ever been to New York?" Winston flipped over onto his stomach to stare that puzzled stare of his at Erin. She smiled secretively. "Uh, say that again, will you?" Winston cocked his head with confusion, gazing quizzically into Erin's hazelnut- green eyes. "I said 'Have you ever been to New York?' We could go there. Live in Central Park, eat hot dogs and roasted corn, run away from all this." She swished her hand toward the pirate ship and the opposite shore. Winston bit his lip and gazed into the black forest. "But, well, that's a good idea and all, but where'd we get the money from? Where would we sleep, and doesn't it snow in New York? This will take a lot of planning. Besides, don't you want to prove to them that you didn't do any of that stuff they're accusing you of?" Erin stuck her lip out in frustration. "Well, we can't stay here. That is for sure. The other lost boys will scalp us when they find us. We can't hide forever. Plus, who cares what the lost boys think? Let them think I stole the Mona Lisa, I don't give a--" "Not proving you didn't kidnap Tucker and Tinkerbell would be living a lie," Winston interrupted, "and I couldn't do that. Could you really live like that, Erin? " Erin was sucked into Winston's bottomless blue eyes. She was pulled into his whirlpool gaze, the setting around her swirling, mixing into one color. All she could see were the eyes, clear and bright. She was drowning in those eyes, those bottom-of-the-sea-blue eyes and for a moment, she didn't even care. Erin slowly shook her head, and then laid her cheek down to the ground. The scenery shifted, a little bit puzzled, into its original colors, as if she was getting off a spiraling merry-go-round. A tear dripped down her cheek, and the dam that Erin had been holding up all night cracked. Erin threw her hands up to her face, trying to cover up her outburst. Her shoulders shook with disappointment and defeat. Winston rose to his feet, helping Erin up with him. He gently put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her to his chest. Erin buried her head in his shoulder, letting the tears run along her nose. Even through her tears, Erin noticed that Winston smelled like pine trees and seawater. Eventually, Erin pushed away from Winston, rubbing her eyes with closed fists. "What am I going to do, Winston? When I got here, I thought that I would change, turn into a better person. Be strong, be brave. But, here I am, the same pitiful girl who can't really do anything!" "Erin! Calm down. You have done so many things here, even though you were in Neverland for such a short time. You saved the lost boys from the Indians, you thought up an almost perfect plan to rescue Tiger Lily, and you are going to rescue us from our plight. I know you are. What more could a person ask for?" "But." "But nothing! Get to work, Erin -- 'cause we have to plan a vacation to New York City!" Erin tried a tentative smile. "I.I suppose that you're right." "Of course I am," Winston assured her, wiping the tears from her face. "Everything is going to be wonderful. Let's go." He took her hand and led her through the dark woods. Tree branches reached for their faces; moonlight dancing through the trees and the darkness closing in around them. They walked in silence. Winston knew his way well, and sooner than perhaps Erin might have liked, they found themselves under the massive old Hangman's Tree. I would have loved to stay, she thought to herself as they entered the hideout. This is all I've ever daydreamed about and now.I'm leaving. She looked up at Winston and smiled. Well, I'm not leaving everything. "Here." Winston interrupted her thoughts and led her to a part of the ancient tree that she hadn't seen while she was there. There was a long, narrow staircase carved into the trunk, twisting into the uppermost branches. "It's just here," he beckoned, leading her onto a bough. "This is where Tink lives." They were standing in front of a large, luminously beautiful white flower that seemed to be glowing. "A moonflower," Winston explained, "they open at night." The words had barely excaped his lips when the great petals folded gracefully open in a movement that was just a breath of the dance of the night. Erin had never seen anything like it in her entire life. But then again, she had never seen anything at all like Neverland before this day, either. The inside of the flower was glowing brilliantly gold, illuminating their faces in the darkness. "Pixie dust," Winston informed her, a smile breaking across his face at her amazement. Erin noticed her mouth was open and closed it quickly. He laughed, a laugh that lit up Erin's feeling of being lost like the shimmer of the pixie dust cast a golden shadow of light on the darkened branches around them. "You take it like this." Winston dipped his hand into the flower, a magnificent gold powder covering his fingertips. He sprinkled it over his head. The dust shimmered in his hair for a moment, and then disappeared. ".and you think a happy thought." Winston closed his eyes. "And." Winston rose into the air steadily and hovered a few feet above the branch. Erin's mouth fell open again. "Now you." A rush of exhilaration filled her body. To fly. Suddenly, she remembered something her mother had repeated to her when she was very young. Flying really is possible, if you believe in your dreams. Not everyone believes, so it's not possible for them. But you'll fly, Erin, you'll soar right up there to the tops of your dreams. Erin closed her eyes for a moment, turning her face up to the sky to drink in the light of the full moon. Her hand shaking with anticipation, she dipped it into the very center of the moonflower. She instantly felt a warm, tingling feeling in her fingers. Anxiously, she showered herself in the sparkling powder, and thought of the happiest thing she could. Winston. My best friend in the whole world.Neverland or New York. He alone believes in me. He alone understands me. He alone respects me. And with him, mother, I really will even higher than the tops of my dreams. She felt the wonderful ecstasy of the dust flow through herself, and her feet left the ground behind. ******A/N********** I am SOOO sorry for the lack of updates. I hope that this section is make up from my horribleness (is that a word?) Also, I know that this is kinda cheesy, but I didn't really write it. My friend "indigospice" did. Yes, well, that's a long story. ENJOY! And thanks for all the reviews. =)