She still crept, like a tiger, stealthily moving to where she had last seen the dolphins, trying to remember the plants that surrounded the oasis full of the beautiful creatures. It was hard to do, since Peter kept her eyes closed, the scoundrel! She mentally cursed him for being charming. How dare he trick her like that! She could barely see, she had to rely on the moonlight, and she had a few scratches on her face from those damn branches that kept whacking her as she steadily made her way into the heart of the forest.

"Ouch!" Jessica yelled as she fell into a manhole. "Damn hunters! Nearly get a person killed! God forbid I take a stroll in the forest and not be nearly killed by a ridiculous…" She stopped, in shock, as she realized where she was. She tried not to panic, and began to think who would make such a trap when there were no hunters. "Indians!" She whispered to herself, fear bubbling inside of her rapidly. She looked around wildly, searching for anything that would help her escape this wretched hole. The hole was only eight feet wide, but 14 feet high, and not even a vine or anything to help her. She tried to climb, but the earth was too moist. She fell, once, twice, four times. "One more try, that should do it, come on Jess, you can do it!" She climbed, and grabbed for a root, but it was loose and down she fell. "AHH!"

"Morning boys, how'd you sleep?" Peter walked into the kitchen area of his home, rubbing his eyes and stretching, eager to start the day and make things right with Jess.

The boys were sitting huddled on the floor, consoling little Benny, who wept silently, looking up at Peter.

"Peter, er, ummm…" Fish struggled to say the words, fearing Peter's reaction.

"SHE'S GONE!" Benny wailed. Peter was shocked for two reasons. A, Benny just spoke, yelled at that, and B, Jessica was gone!

"Oh, what have I done?" Peter shook his head in disgust at himself. He bit his lip, and scratched his head, hatching up a plan.

"Boys, take care of Benny. Benny, don't worry, I'll find her. Now, where's Tink?" Peter spilled out his commands like a buckling captain, and whistled for Tink. She flew to Peter's side immediately, and explaining where she was in the softest melody of bells, followed Peter's stride out the door and into the bustling forest.

"The Indians set traps again? They usually don't do that…the deer are hiding are they? Don't blame them…" Peter rambled on to Tink, while she flew by his side, loathing the fact that she had his attention only to help him find that new girl, Jessica. Suddenly, Peter held up a hand and froze in the air.

"Did you hear that, Tink? It sounded like her!" With that, he dove into the trees.

"Owwwww!" Jessica awoke with a searing pain on the top of her chest, and on her thigh.

Breathing heavily, in immense pain, she checked to see her wounds. There was a slow bleeding gash above her right breast, and a gash on her thigh about 4 inches long. "Oh, what have I done?" Jessica cried, the pain too great, and passed out. A young man suddenly blocked the sun, which had been basking her in her hole.

"Jess! Jess, can you hear me? I'm coming!" Peter flew down and carefully picked her up, wanting to cry at the sight of her wounds. Tink laughed at Jessica's misfortune but stopped mid-giggle when Peter threw her a fiery glare. He flew off, leaving Tink behind him.

"Wh-where am I?" Jessica woke up, sluggishly trying to sit, and gasped in pain. Her thigh ached horribly, and her gash on her chest stung like acid had found its way into the wound.

"Shhhh, you'll be ok Jess, everything's ok. I just need to dress your wound, good thing Wen-she taught me." Peter smiled softly at Jess, and she was too tired to notice his struggle with saying Wendy's name. He carefully dressed her thigh, letting Jess squeeze his hand as he cleaned the wound. "It's ok, it'll heal just fine. Why did you run?" Although he guessed she'd be too tired to answer, and he knew the answer besides that, he still asked. "You…don't…ugh." Jessica didn't care anymore. She just wanted the pain to stop. "Where else are you hurt, Jess?" Peter knew, he was just terribly shy where her wound was unfortunately placed. Jess, without thinking, pulled her shirt down dangerously low, exposing the wound and the top of her breasts. She didn't care, she just wanted the pain to cease. Peter gulped, and tentatively cleaned the wound, careful not to hurt her, and dressed the wound. "Thank…you…" Jess gave a small weak smile, and passed out once more. "Your welcome, Jessica, sleep, sleep away the pain…" He smiled and tucked her in, putting away the aid kit Wendy had left behind, and closing the door behind him, took one last look at Jessica's sleeping figure and left.