He couldn't think of a word to say as he looked down at each of his best friends' gloomy expressions staring right back up at him. What could he do? Bring Jane back? Angered, Peter reeled around and began moving forward into the surrounding forest in the direction of his beloved den. He needed time to think. Time to be alone. He droned out the voices of the lost boys calling out to him as he went on, breaking out into a run trampling everything in his path.
"They don't understand me," he said aloud to himself, galloping away into an opening surrounding the den. He absolutely loathed being told what to do. He made the rules. Only him! Nobody else! Peter drowned himself in his worries as he plopped down on his favorite blanket in a closed off corner where most of theoil candles lay. His prized wooden harmonica tootles had made for him was clenched in one of his hands, ready to be played at any time peter pleased. As if captain hook wasn't a major burden to him and the lost boys… now he had to think about girls! Something he didn't do every day of his young life.
"Jane's where she belongs. Wendy has grown up in front of my very eyes, and now she will be next in line", he thought to himself. He raised his wooden harmonica over his blonde wave of curls and examined it. Perfectly chiseled into shape. He was trying to get off the subject of Jane, but it wasn't going to dissolve his problems. He too, began to miss her as he pictured her title wave of brown curls, bouncing around her little complexion, just like her mothers' had. Even though she was only a little girl, she still knew how to have an adventure! But Peter knew, as more and more thoughts of her spun around in his mind, Jane couldn't stay in Never Land forever. And with that in mind, there was nothing else he could do. It was time to move on. Forever.