Two months had passed in which Angie had searched her Book of Shadow, which had been in Cassie's little backpack before they were blasted out of Brantsville, on a daily basis for a spell to bring her and her friends home. (A/N: A Book of Shadows is filled with spells and facts about Wicca. My religion.)

It wasn't my intention to mislead you

It never should have been this way

What can I say?

It's true, I did extend the invitation

I never knew how long you'd stay

Peter and Angie sat outside in the moonlight as Angie flipped through page after page, dismissing spells with a curse or a shake of her head. "Damn it!" She hissed. "There's nothing useful in here!"

Peter watched as she cursed in her frustration. "Would it really be so bad if you had to stay here, Angel?" He asked, praying to every god he'd ever heard of that she would say no. "I mean, we have everything you would ever need here in Neverland. You don't really have to go back, do you?" A long, uncomfortable silence followed his question. "Angie?"

When you hear temptation call

It's your heart that takes, takes the fall

(Won't you come out and play with me)

"I'm sorry." She whispered. Peter stared at her in shock, a clear expression of pained betrayal on his face. "I never- I never meant to hurt you, Peter." She turned away from the hurt accusation in his eyes. "I miss my friends, my family! Truth is, I didn't even think we'd be here this long."

Peter felt as though his heart had been torn out as he continued to stare at her in silence.

Step by step

Heart to heart

Left, right, left

We all fall down

Like toy soldiers

Bit by bit

Torn apart

We never win

But the battle wages on

For Toy soldiers

"So, this whole time- this whole entire time, you've been planning to leave?"

Angie nodded. "Yes." She answered, her voice low and strained with guilt. "I'm sorry, Peter. I never meant to…"

It's getting hard to wake up in the morning

My head is spinning constantly

How can it be?

How could I be so blind to this addiction?

If I don't stop, the next one's gonna be me

"To what? To lead me on?" He struggled to his feet. "To make me fall in love with you and then to just up and leave? Damn it, Angel!" He cried, stepping towards the edge of the tree branch. "I thought- I thought you genuinely cared." He threw her one last, tearful look. "I thought you loved me."

"Peter, I do-" She began, but it was too late, Peter was already flying out of earshot. Angie slumped back against the tree. "I do love you." She whispered. "And that's the problem. That's why I can't stay…"

Only emptiness remains

It replaces all, all the pain

(Won't you come out and play with me)

Three more weeks passed by in which Peter avoided her and kept to his room as much as possible. The lost boys were worried about him and the worlders were scared for Angie. For every day Peter avoided her, she grew quieter. For every anguished looked she caught from him, she ate less. And for every single moment she sat in a room with him, she cried longer each night. The inhabitants of the tree house quickly grew depressed as well and spent their days away from their two oldest friends.

Step by step

Heart to heart

Left, right, left

We all fall down

Like toy soldiers

Bit by bit

Torn apart

We never win

But the battle wages on

For Toy soldiers

Cassie never left her brother's side anymore, and he in turn kept away from his older sister. Breeze constantly lounged about at the Indian camp with Slightly and Nibs, while Curly and the Twins spent their time with Crystal at Mermaid Lagoon. Rayne and the children went on picnics and walks all the time just to get away from the depression of the tree house and the tension between Peter and Angel.

Only emptiness remains

It replaces all, all the pain

(Won't you come out and play with me)

One day Slightly, Nibs, and Breeze dragged Peter along with them to the Indian camp to try and cheer him up, only to return home later that evening with their hopes crushed and their leader even more depressed.

Step by step

Heart to heart

Left, right, left

We all fall down

Like toy soldiers

Bit by bit

Torn apart

We never win

But the battle wages on

For Toy soldiers

"We have to do something about them." A tiny blue light chimed. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

The green light beside it chimed back in agreement. "It makes no sense! They were happy at first, what went wrong?"

The gold responded. "The girl misses her family. She told Peter she wants to go home."

The blue and green lights gasped. "Are you certain, Tinkerbelle? She isn't happy here?"

Tinkerbelle nodded. "She's not one of us. We should've just gotten Tigerlily to do the job. At least she lives here. Even if she wanted to go home, she'd still be able to come back at any time."

The green light whirled on the blue. "This is all your fault Periwinkle!"

"How's that?" The one called Periwinkle demanded. "How is it my fault, Emerald?"

"Simple." The green responded. "It was your idea."

"So? You didn't have to go along with it you know!"

"Why you!"

"STOPPIT!" Tinkerbelle shouted. "No more fighting! We need to figure out a way to fix this not find out who's fault it is!"

The other fairies grumbled for a moment before the three flew off to plan a remedy for their situation.

The song is Toy Soldiers by Markita.