There are many reasons why this story happened. It was maybe because Aunt Millicent insisted that Wendy grow up. Maybe it was the Lost Boys persuading Peter to recapture Wendy that started it. Maybe it was something in Peter that persuaded the Lost Boys to do what they did. Maybe it was something inside Wendy calling to them to set her free. Nobody will ever know. But it did happen and that's how this story came to be.


Many people reading this story might think that only Peter missed Wendy. But I can assure you that is not the case. The Lost Boys missed her just as much. They missed her stories- even the ones where the heroes grew up. They missed learning at the school- the writing, the reading. But, as any place would, their home called fro them. They lush green forests, the swirling blue seas and the soft white moon. They missed doing nothing all the day, and how life was simple. However, as they moved on, and as Peter grew up things became not so simple.

When they first returned, it was like things had never changed. They would sleep till the sun was truly high in the sky. They would eat when they were hungry. They could hunt all the day, if that's what pleased them. They fell asleep under the blanket of stars, and repeated Wendy's stories to each other. They days started and ended like this for many weeks…it was a tiny change in the routine which would eventually throw them. Always, no matter what, Peter would silence them at night. He refused to le them talk. He would 'shush!' their stories and watch them until they settled into a secure, warm silence. It was then that he would fly to London. He often thought the stories to himself. He wondered if Wendy wanted to come back. It was usually the nights he though of this- it was what made him fly back, through the velvet blue sky, past the shimmering stars, through the galaxies, and then to Wendy's window. He used to find it open, and would creep silently into the room. But now, it was always closed. He could peer through it and stare at her sleeping peacefully in her bed, the acorn kiss necklace on her bedstand. He would stay as long as he could- sometimes even as the first rays of morning sun touched the somber London buildings would he turn from the window and fly to the second stay on the right, and then straight on till morning. He bought no stories- Wendy didn't tell them anymore.

The Lost Boys grew accustomed to Peter's often absence in the mornings- at the beginning they had asked questions but Peter would never answer; just fly through the air past their eager inquiries. So they learnt to curb their tongues and to feast upon the tiny tibits of information that he sometimes let slip.

It seemed only natural to be full of nervous excitement when Peter gave first intention of 'rescuing' Wendy. He let the words slip off his tongue in an array of emotions- doubtful at first, then boldly and full of spirit.

"I shall snatch her from her room, much like the prince snatched Rapunzel from her tower!" he boasted to the Lost Boys. They Lost Boys egged the plans on- they too wanted to see Wendy. They dreamt of her being their mother again. And, as an eager mother coaxes her baby to take those few first steps, they too encouraged Peter to "step out" and go and rescue her from the dungeons of London. There was talk of an official day being scheduled and for a shore while there was. The 'short while' ended when Peter left for London one night. He announced no purpose and it was only the following events which they would find out. He left like it was any other visit to London, except that he took his "kiss", a shiny thimble, with him. It was not for him to know; but he truly would need all the strength he could get on that night.

The wind was never cold in Neverland. There is never rain and there is never even a faint touch of iciness- Peter's mood conducted the weather of course, and of late he had been in a brilliant mood. So it was peculiar that Peter had goosebumps. They were an odd sensation, a sort of prickling spreading over his body. They sent a shiver up his spine. H had been waiting for a warm night; for it was always Winter in London (it seemed to Peter anyway) and it would only be appropriate to bring Wendy back to a warm country. Peter didn't understand the goosebumps- he'd never seen them before. Infact he didn't even know to call them goosebumps. They confused Peter- and what confused him, terrified him.

It seemed maybe that day Peter was flying higher than ever. Happy thoughts lifted him up into the sky- through the wayward clouds and past the grand sun. The colours of Neverland were more vivid than ever. Through he told no-one of his plan, he was giddy with excitement at the idea of Wendy returning. They amount of times he nearly (or did ) fly into tress or other obstacles was higher than ever.

Peter set off long after the lazy moon had settled in the sky. He stars seemed to smile at him; as if they would like Wendy back too. He headed into the galaxies. He swept past millions of stars, and out of the sky into London. He flew over the grey rooftops and settled onto the roof of the Darling house. She was not in her room- maybe she was in the front room. He soared around to the front of the house to check.


Wendy was being walked home by William. He was kind, sensitive, cute and respectful. They had been out 3 times, and she couldn't believe how much she approved of Aunt Millicent's choice. He led her to their front door steps and they stood, still chatting. The wind was brisk and so William had lent Wendy his jacket. He told a funny joke, and Wendy laughed merrily.

Peter was just over the roof, when he heard Wendy's laugh- his good luck amazed him! She was outside, already waiting for him. He peeked over the roof and was surprised. Wendy was standing with another young man! Confusion raced through his mind, and his heart started to pound. This wasn't right- this wasn't what was meant to be happening…


Wendy felt slightly vulnerable infront of William. He had expressed interest in her many times while they were out, and she couldn't fight that she had more than a simple interest in her too. While they were out that night, he had given her a ring- as a '1st week anniversary present'. She was wearing it then. Their chatter quieted, then stopped. He leant into her…


Peter watched as their laughter quieted. Good, he was going home. He was about to reveal himself-jump out, give this other fellow a mighty shock, and have his turn at entertaining Wendy, when the other guy leant in and kissed. He gasped. His heart skipped a beat. He was taking what was his- he was taking his kiss! He was stealing her! Peter watched, wide-eyed, as Wendy put her hand to his cheek and kissed him back. Not waiting to see any more, Peter turned and launched himself back into the night. He was never coming back.