(A/N: Happy New Year!)
"Wow," Wendy exclaimed, observing the mansion they were standing before. "It's ever so much larger than our house!"
"Not that it matters," James replied, slightly sourly. "There's no one to live in it."
"I suppose that's true," Wendy said, patting James' arm. "Is it terribly difficult to return, with both your parents being gone?"
"Not this time," he replied, taking her hand in his with a gentle squeeze.
Wendy blushed and looked down, "Oh, I see."
"So do you want to stay here tonight? Or would you rather leave right away?" James asked.
"Umm, you can decide," she replied nervously.
"I won't try anything, if that is what has you concerned. I would just as soon stay here, I'm rather tired and night will fall soon," James explained.
"That'll be fine, then," she agreed, slightly colored from his suggestion.
"Would you like to meet Kiley now?" James asked as he opened the front door.
"Now?" Wendy repeated.
"He's watching us right now," James replied, carrying her suitcases into the house.
Wendy turned in a circle, "Really? Where?"
James pointed to the chandelier.
"Kiley?" Wendy called tentatively. To James she whispered, "He's not going to hate me as much as Tinkerbell, is he?"
James smiled, "No, Kiley is more of a flirt, actually. He's going through that phase."
"Ah," Wendy said. "So, will he come down soon?"
James scowled at the chandelier and pointed downward. Evidently the message was conveyed as a spark departed from the rest of the stationary glows and hovered over the couple.