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As it turns out, Peter was staring at the same star she was, thinking about her. What she was doing, what she was wearing.

He closed his eyes pensively, remembering the scent of her luscious hair.

Peter found himself thinking about his original family, he couldn't remember much about his past before Neverland. Only that his mother wanted him to go to school and he ran away to Kensington Gardens where the fairies took him in. After that, his parents shut the window and replaced him with another boy. Soon after, Hook came to his house and killed them.

Rummaged through his dresser, he tried to distract himself from these memories. He accidently stumbled upon Wendy's thimble and grinned, his thoughts pushing back to her. Peter remembered her fierce stance and intellect, O, if only he could hold her in his arms again!

He tied the leaf braclet with the thimble to his wrist and fell onto his bed; daydreaming about Wendy once more. His eyes caught the fur rug.

Peter grinned impishly.

Downstairs in the dining area, Mr. and Mrs. Mill were holding a small dinner party.

Dressed in ebony and ivory, the guests were having a delightful time.

Mr. Mill cleared his throat, "Shall we step into the dining room for a cup of tea?" The guests happily agreed and they all walked into the hallway when suddenly, a figure came sliding down the banister of the stairs and landed right on top of Mr. Mill, shouting, "WHOOO-HOO-HOOOO!"

His son Peter got up off him and looked around sheepishly, the guests were appalled at what he was wearing. He had tied the rug around his waist, with some rope in a skirt manner, leaving his slight well-built bronze chest exposed. Afine brush of gold hair gleamed on his torso.

The female guest tried to looked scandilized and couldn't help but let out a schoolgirl giggle. At an elder age, Peter had the great looks and charm that drove the womanly species nutty... not that he didn't have the same affect for girls when he was young.

Mr. Mill turned very red in the face and growled, "Boy..."

Mrs. Mill took a blanket and wrapped it around his son's broad shoulders, "Come away. Upstairs, now." Sandra led him into his room and let out a laugh, "What on Earth are you wearing child?"

Peter blushed, "The rug."

Mrs. Mill handed him some trousers, "What ever possessed you to do that?"

He pulled them on, "Is he angry?"

She sighed, "A might upset but I imagine he'll get over it. Now, answer my question."

"Seemed like a good idea at the time."

Sandra sat him down acutely, "Peter, I want to tell you something." Mrs. Mill smoothed back his messy hair, "Do you know why I decided to take you in so soon?"

He shook his head truthfully. She touched his cheek, "I knew your mother, we were sisters. I moved away at a young age, we forgot about each other and I believe that she never told you about me. Peter, I knew where you were when my sister called me one evening tosay thather son was missing."

His mouth dropped open.

"She refused to believe what I told her and I loved her dearly Peter, as she loved you. When I heard about your parent's death, I promised myself, if I was ever found you, I'd be the one to take care of you. When I found you three years ago, I knew that it was my nephew Peter Pan." Peter watched her with stunned eyes and she kissed his cheek, "I'm sorry I did not tell you sooner love. Now it seemed like the right moment. Goodnight my dear."

Mrs. Mill left and he fell asleep, a million questions buzzing in his mind.

The next morning, no one came upstairs to wake him from oversleeping. Peter went to the kitchen, his 'parents' stood by their chairs. Mr. Mill did not look at all pleased to see him and Mrs. Mill had a disappointed frown on her face. They looked at him and David threw down the morning paper, he snarled, "How decent of you!"

Peter looked at the second page article, to his surprise, there was a large snapshot of him and Wendy; when he spun her around blissfully. The short item read:

Romance at a London train station

A reporter, James Keening, took a excellent picture of the common life at a train station that showed a couple greeting each other. They seemed overly excited to be meeting and the reporter claimed, "I literally saw tears in the woman's eyes." Keening saw that the couple were talking softly to each other and showing inappropriate displays of affection. He discovered that the young woman's name was Wendy Darling, the man's name was not found. The reporter also saw that the surrounding bystanders seemed sickened and offended at this flaunt. One anonymous woman quoted, "Young people today should know better then to show such manner at a public vicinity." However, another person said dreamily, "I found their thrill rather romantic, don't you agree?" Whatever the case, this picture could prove that London can be idealistic, even at a train station

Jess Art

Peter looked back at his parents nervously.

I wonder how Wendy's taking this. . .

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