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After a few minutes, Jennifer sat up straight and whispered, "Cam? Are you asleep?"

He sat up as well, his hair messy, "Of course not."

She grinned, "O, I wish Daddy could have teached us to fly! I want to go to Neverland and see it all!"

"Those stories aren't real," Cameron rolled his sapphire eyes.

Jennifer's beautiful eyes narrowed, "Wh-what?"

He frowned, "Jen, Mother and Father never went there. There no such thing as Never Neverland. Father misses Mother so much that now he believes that all those stories Mother made up were true. But they aren't, they are just stories to get us to sleep at night. Mother and Father probably met at a company ball or something. I cannot believe you're thick enough to believe those stories."

Jennifer's lower lip twitched and she growled, "You're wrong Cameron Jonathon. What about our last names and Father's first and Tinkerbell?"

He yawned, "All coincidences baby sister. Now, go to sleep."

Cameron rolled over and Jennifer felt a tear slip down her cheek. No, it couldn't be true.

She crept under the bed and pulled it her old teddy bear, clutching it to her chest and falling into an uneasy sleep. The next morning, the children awoke early for a train ride to their Grandmother Darling's house for a sleepover. They happily greeted her. Mrs. Darling had shiny blue-gray hair in bun and a young girl's fancy in her eyes. Grandfather Darling was cranky that morning so he went to bed early in the day, mumbling about expenses.

There was some other guests about.

Jennifer gasped, "Uncle John! Uncle Micheal!" She embraced them both, as Cameron shook their hands firmly. Out of all her uncles, she loved them the most. Peter greeted them both, John asked respectfully, "How are you holding up?"

Micheal frowned at John's question and Peter shrugged, "Alright, I guess."

Grandmother Darling kissed his cheek, Jennifer questioned with a smile, "Where is Uncle Steve, Uncle Chris, Uncle Tom, Uncle Tim, and Uncle Nick?"

Her grandmother sat beside her on the couch nearby, "They could not be here today."

She looked into her hands disappointed and Micheal gripped her shoulder gently, "Come on, let me show you our old nursery." Jennifer followed up the stairs and Micheal showed her the room. It was quietly cozy and had three beds lined up against the wall. A bureau stood firmly on the other side and her uncle began talking about how he had spent many years playing in this room -- Jennifer tuned herself out of it and heard a curious tinkling.

She looked at the mirror from across the room and was breathless, her reflection was not there. Instead was a scene, somewhere inside a lighted tree, tiny glowing figurines floated to a bark ceiling. Her mouth hung open as two young persons stood beneath it all.

One lighted ball emerged from the mirror and danced above Jennifer's head, she gaped at the ceiling of the nursery, it was no longer thereinstead anopen night skyhung aboveher head. She was standing somewhere in the evening, in the horizon was tall trees. Jennifer stumbled back and looked down to seeherself adorned in rich red silk, she would have lost her nerve if not a hand had taken hers tenderly. Jenniferglanced upona shadow. She could make out mysterious features, a plum tunic, and brown trousers draped upon it. It was a strange boy, he spun her into his arms and looked into her face in amusement and fear.

With her arms crossed against herself, Jennifer could not escape, and she did not wish to.

Even though she could not see him clearly, Jennifer could tell that he was very handsome and something made this meeting alright. She opened her mouth to speak and his feminine-like fingers brushed against her lips, as if telling her 'Don't

Jennifer closed her mouth and brought her hand to the back of his neck, as their heads inclined to each others - She closed her eyes and heard a voice interrupted, "What are you doing Jen?"

Jennifer opened her eyes and found herself standing in the middle of the nursery, arms crossed over her chest. Micheal was looking at her queerly and she felt her all energy drain out of her body. Jennifer flopped onto the floor like she was a puppet whos strings were cut O so suddenly. She couldn't make out what her Uncle Micheal was saying, but soon, other faces were hovering around her.

A hand brushed her sweaty bangs out of her face, Peter fluently picked her wilted form up and placed it in Wendy's old bed. He looked down at her and Jennifer thought she saw the lighted ball on his shoulder, but Jennifer forgot it as she fell asleep on the blankets.

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