Title: To Have & To Hold
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: Seven - Riddle-me-re
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They were approaching a settlement, from what Wendy could see. Several Indian natives in canoes paddled past the Nymph as she glided towards a sturdy looking wharf. Upon the shore were several huts made of bamboo and palm leaves with barrels and boxes heaped up around the outside.
Native women could be seen carrying baskets of fruit and other perishables along a path leading to the landing, the produce left stacked neatly beside one of the huts. As the Nymph pulled in to anchor in the deep channel, Wendy could see down the path the women walked and noted a forest of tepee's clustered in the distance, the bleached hides gleaming in the sunlight angling through the trees. Leaning on the rail she watched as berry brown children leapt off the jetty into the slow moving water, shrieking with delight before sending up spray of droplets to shower over others fishing off the edge. Further along the bank, downstream of the landing, more women knelt on a rounded, rocky outcrop, piles of laundry beside them. The slap of the clothes being pounded clean on the rocks combined with the shrieks of the children and the singing of the women filled the air, Wendy smiling at the domestic, and very peaceful scene.
The creak of the jolly boat being lowered drew her attention and she watched as a net was lowered over the side filled with cargo, the boxes wrapped in water proof oilskins to avoid spoiling the contents. She watched them unload three nets full before the men started to pull for the jetty, the small boat heavily laden in the water. On the shore several braves were rolling out large barrels, the lids sealed, towards the end of the pier ready to load them into the boat pulling alongside. Above and behind her the ship bustled with activity as the sailors reefed the sails and checked the ratlines for tangling before shimmying down the ropes to reach the deck and help with the cargo still to be sent ashore.
It was all a sight not uncommon on the London docks, but here in Neverland it was unusual because of the people involved, the dark skinned Indian's dressed in their fine buckskins and beautiful bead work, the sea roughened sailors attired as buccaneers with weapons worn openly and clothes well tattered from their rough life at sea.
The day was drawing to a close, the golden light of the setting sun giving the scene a strange glow, the people moving as if through gold dust, to Wendy's eyes seeming to move in slow motion, the sounds becoming muted and blurred like her eyesight. As she stared at the shore, she felt something cold touch her cheek. Looking up she saw a snow flake slowly spiral down out of the clear sky, another quickly following until the air was full of the cold offerings. Dragging her eyes from the sky she stared once more at the shore, surprised to find it empty of people, the barrels and boxes still in place, but of the Indian's there was no sign, not even footprints in the white snow quickly covering the ground. Wendy blinked and turned her head to look at the ship around her, finding the deck as empty as the river bank, the ship as silent as a graveyard. She started to walk across the deck towards the cabin door and found herself slipping on the slush coating the planks, her toes shrinking from the freezing snow that seemed to cover everything, piling up on the surfaces and falling from the sky until she felt blinded. The whiteness lay undisturbed by any footfall or evidence of anyone else on the ship apart from herself and Wendy started to panic. Blinded by the snow and nearly falling on the slippery decking, she pulled open the cabin door and entered the passageway leading to the Captain's cabin. It was dark and cold and she groped her way to the cabin door, pushing on the wood and watching as it swung wide. Peter's room was as dark as the passageway, the lamp not lit. Unable to speak she stepped into the cabin and stared at the bed, the covers tattered and dusty and pulled about, half hanging off the side. It looked as if someone was in the bed, the blankets mounded up over a shape, so Wendy took a step forward and pulled at the covers, the grimy blanket tearing as she tugged it. Impatiently she leant forward and grabbed a handful of the covers and yanked them off the bed, dropping them on the floor as her hands flew to her mouth to stifle a scream of horror. Laying on the bed was a man's body, the flesh all but gone from the bones gleaming whitely in the gloom, the eye-sockets mere black holes, the teeth leering at her, one arm outstretched as if pleading.
Wendy screamed and turned to run out of the room.
She instantly came up against a broad chest, the owner letting out a grunt of surprise as she attempted to thrust him out of the way so she could run.
"Hey...slow down..whatever is the matter?"
Stubbs's gruff voice penetrated her shock and brought her up short, her eyes darting around the deck, noting the sun still shining through the rigging and the sound of laughter coming from the shore.
"W-w-wh-e-re's the snow?"
Stubbs stared at her, noting her pale face and wide, fearful eyes.
"You're shaking lass. Here sit down, you look ready to pass out." He curled his hand around her wrist and tugged her towards a small barrel. Wendy stumbled and would have fallen but his hands caught her shoulders as he steered her over and forced her to sit.
"You'd better put your head between your knees...I'll go get Harry."
Still reeling from her vision, she did just that, not lifting her head until the Doctor arrived. Harry knelt down and held his hand to her forehead, his fingers wrapping around her wrist as he felt her pulse.
"Stubbs said you looked about to faint...can you tell me what's wrong?"
Wendy lifted her head and looked at Harry's concerned face, Stubbs hovering behind him as she stared around her, confusion plain in her expression.
Seeing no evidence of the slush or snow, and everyone carrying on about their business as they should, Wendy let go a shuddering sigh and covered her eyes with her hands as Harry and Stubbs exchanged a glance over her head.
"There was snow...and...and everyone was gone...it was so cold...and Peter..." She stopped, lifting her head staring up at the men, her eyes going wide with remembered horror. "I have to see Peter..." She leapt to her feet and pushed past the men, running across the sun warmed wood of the main deck to the open door leading below. Panting she ran down the passageway and burst through the cabin door, her eyes drawn instantly to the bed. Sunlight was shining through the windows and bars of light spread across the covers, highlighting the body within. Almost sobbing, Wendy staggered forward and stared down at Peter's profile against the pillows, his hair a riot of burnished curls, several tempting her to reach out and brush them back from his forehead. She could see the rise and fall of his chest as he slept, his arms laying on top of the covers, his hands limp and relaxed against his sides.
Pressing the back of her hand against her mouth, Wendy backed slowly out of the room, anxious not to wake the sleeper. Closing the door again, this time softly, she turned and found herself regarded keenly by the Doctor and the first mate.
"Would you care to tell us what that was all about?" Harry asked, one eyebrow raised as Wendy lowered her hand.
"I must have been...hallucinating, or something." Wendy turned her head and stared sightlessly at the wall beside her.
"You were frightened half to death...what did you see in your...hallucination?"
"I told you...it was snowing. One minute everything was as it should be, the sun was shining, everyone was there...then it was snowing and everyone was gone, the ship empty, the river bank...all gone."
She drew in a shaky breath, trying to dispell the shock of her waking nightmare. Harry drew her forward and propelled her down the passageway to her room and ushered her inside.
"Sit yourself down for a moment and take a breath. I'll rustle up something to calm you, then you can tell me what this is all about."
Wendy felt too drained to protest and gratefully sat down on the edge of her bunk. Harry and Stubbs exchanged a meaningful glance before the big man hurried away to the galley. Harry re-entered Wendy's cabin and perched on the edge of the bunk beside her.
"Do you remember hitting your head or anything?" Harry asked, receiving a glare from his patient for his pains.
"I'm not injured or ill, I was just watching them unload the ship when it started to snow, I looked up, surprised as you'd expect, then when I looked back down everyone was gone, the crew, the Indian's...everyone."
"I see...and Peter?"
Wendy hung her head and passed a shaking hand over her eyes. "I ran to his cabin but it was as if no-one had been there for years. When I pulled back the covers on the bed..." Wendy paused, drawing in a shuddering breath as the image of the body leapt into her mind with horrifying clarity. "There was a corpse in the bed, a man."
"Was it Peter?"
Wendy shook her head and lowered her hand. "I don't know."
Harry reached over and patted her hand in an avuncular fashion, the noise of Stubbs return easing some of the tension in Wendy's shoulders as Harry rose to his feet to give the first mate room.
Accepting the mug of steaming tea, Wendy sipped gratefully, glad to have something to do with her hands. Harry and Stubbs stood in the doorway and waited for her to regain her composure.
"It's not the first time that's happened." She informed them, sipping her tea again. Both men exchanged another worried glances before turning back to face her.
"Seeing a dead body?"
"Finding myself alone and it snowing."
"When?"
"I was at home...in my bedroom. The book..." Wendy suddenly sat up straight, her eyes bright. "It must have something to do with the book, it was there, in my first hallucination...a bright light shining out of it." She suddenly started to scrabble at her neckline. "My pendant..my acorn pendant...oh no, I must have lost it somewhere."
"An acorn?" Queried Stubbs, one bushy eyebrow raised skeptically.
"On a gold chain, Peter's kiss...oh I can't explain. The book found it and I had it in my hand when I went to sleep...before I woke up here. I must have dropped it in the forest."
"Peter might know something about that...he was given something by that Lost Boy when we found you."
Wendy stared up at the first mate. "Did you find it when you...er...undressed him?"
"I didn't look." Stubbs confessed sheepishly.
"It'll be in his coat if it's anywhere," Harry suggested.
Stubbs nodded and left the small cabin again. A few moments later he returned, his fist closed over something which he held out and dropped into Wendy's outstretched palm.
It was the acorn pendant, the green nut looking as fresh and new as if picked only that moment, the chain shining brightly against her white skin.
Putting down her mug of tea, Wendy fiddled with the clasp before threading the chain around her neck and securing it at her nape. It nestled comfortably against her plain blouse in the hollow just above the jut of her breasts.
"Well that explains a bit." Mumbled Harry, crossing his arms and glancing at the first mate who winked back at him and grinned. Wendy was too absorbed in staring down at the acorn to wonder at the comment.
"I think it might be time you saw something."
Wendy looked up at the Doctor expectantly.
"If you feel up to it...come with me." Harry stepped out of the cabin and Wendy followed, glancing at Stubbs who kept a straight face, only breaking out into a grin when her back was turned.
Harry led them along the passageway and down a set of steep ladders, into the bowels of the ship. He lit a lantern and waited for Wendy and Stubbs to join him before leading them down a narrow corridor to a closed door. Fishing in his pocket he produced an ornate key and unlocked the door, pushing it wide and ushering Wendy inside. The room was empty except for a small table on which sat a familiar article.
"The Book!" Wendy exclaimed, stepping forward and peering down at the cover, "But the cover looks like new...the medallion looks newly minted."
"This is The Oracle." Harry pronounced, hanging the lantern on a hook so that it shed light directly on the table. "This is what chose you, what brought you back to Neverland. It created us, created this," he swept his arm in an arc.
"A book?" Wendy stared at both men with disbelieving eyes.
"The Oracle...you found it's mate hidden in your world...the two are connected."
Wendy stared down at the seemingly inoffensive volume, so like the one she'd read. "Can I look inside it?"
Harry and Stubbs exchanged a look before Harry spoke again. "Usually it tells us when it has something to say, but I don't suppose it would hurt for you to look."
Wendy rested one hand on the table and leant forward, her finger tracing the outline of the medallion before slowly opening the book to the first page. Flipping a few more pages she turned a surprised face to the two men. "It's blank...there's nothing written on the pages."
Harry sighed. "Maybe it doesn't have anything to tell you."
Wendy frowned and picked up the book, not seeing the looks of alarm shooting between the two men. She opened it wide and flipped through the pages from front to back and then snapped it shut. Harry winced and Stubbs cowered as if expecting divine retribution for the cavalier treatment of the book.
Holding the spine in the palm of her hand, Wendy once more opened the book to the first page and this time there was something written as well as a diagram below the opening paragraph.
"To find the treasure, you must first bring two halves together and make a whole. When two become one then a third will arrive who will render the whole at peace once more." Wendy read, her brow creasing as she tried to decipher the words. "It's a riddle, I think."
"What do you think it means?" Harry asked, reading the paragraph over her shoulder.
"I have no idea...unless it means that we have to bring the two books together for something...and what is the 'third' it refer's to...is there another book?" Wendy asked.
"I was only aware of the two...one in the mortal realm, the other in the Never realm, which is the one you hold in your hand."
Wendy stared down at the printing and looked down the page at the drawing. It depicted an insignia of sorts, a circle containing a heart which itself held a drawing of something oval beside something that looked a little like a bucket. Wendy peered at the drawings attempting to fathom from amongst the curlicue's and adornments what the two could be.
"This could be the medallion...see this little nick out of the side of the circle, it's the same as on the cover of the book, and here, the faint writing around the rim looks the same as the one on the cover."
They all peered at the picture and agreed it was most likely what it was.
"I can't make out what these small objects are, do you know?"
Stubbs and the Doctor exchanged looks and shuffled their feet.
"There's a larger version of that on the flag flying from the main mast, if you care to look." Harry told her.
"A flag?"
"We always wondered why it depicted an acorn...now we know." Stubbs whispered in an aside to the Doctor.
"Am I to understand that this diagram is on the flag you fly?" Wendy asked, not hearing the interchange.
"Yup." Stubbs answered her. "A simpler version, mind you."
"So if this is the medallion." Wendy traced the circular outline. "What is the heart supposed to mean?"
"Love?" Harry suggested with false innocence.
"And the small objects within?" Wendy asked, almost knowing the answer before she heard it.
"Um...we think...it could be...maybe..." Harry prevaricated, receiving a raised eyebrow from Wendy.
"You think it refer's to Peter and myself?"
"It's an acorn and a thimble." Stubbs blurted out. "On the flag, the two images are an acorn and a thimble."
Wendy stared at him for a second before returning her eyes to the book.
"So...if the circle is the medallion, and the heart contains an acorn and a thimble," Wendy mused, reading the riddle again. "Bring two halves together...do you suppose it means bringing Peter and I together?"
"Either that...or what we thought, bring the two books together."
"But I left the copy I found back in my room...how do we bring it here?"
"Turn the page." Harry suggested.
Wendy gingerly pinched the page edge and turned it over, exposing a colourful plate depicting a figure that made all of them draw in a breath.
"Hook!"
Wendy placed the book back on the table and stared down at the painting, Hook's blue eyes bright in his swarthy face, appearing to stare at her out of the book, twinkling at her with a wicked gleam as if aware that she was there.
"It's telling us that Hook has the other book." Stubbs stated gloomily.
"And we're supposed to get it from him? How?" Asked Wendy, aghast.
"There's something else you should know." Harry said, drawing Wendy's attention away from Hook's hypnotic, painted eyes.
"What?"
"The Oracle told us of a prophecy, written a long time ago, that if the two stayed safe in good hands, Neverland would prosper, but...if the two fell into evil hands, then Neverland would end and a new world come into being. That world would become everything that Neverland was not, a winter gripped land without ever seeing the sun and all life corrupted within its influence. In other words...everything you see now would cease to exist and only darkness take its place."
"But that's awful!"
"And with one book already in Hook's hands, we have to keep this one out of his grasp or condemn Neverland to oblivion."
The three stared down at the book, then at each other.
Wendy spoke first. "Does Peter know of all this?"
"He knows of the prophecy...when it was clear he was changing, growing, he was given the Nymph with the Oracle already aboard."
"But where do I come into all this?"
"You're the acorn to his thimble...maybe only the two of you can join the books to become one..." Harry suggested, watching Wendy bite her bottom lip as she considered his words.
"Then what...or who is the third?"
"Third?" Both Stubbs and Harry spoke together.
Wendy quoted from the book. "When two become one then a third will arrive who will render the whole at peace once more...Who is the third?"
Both men shook their heads. "We've only ever known the prophecy, not this riddle."
"We need to speak to Peter. Maybe he can shed some light on this."
With exaggerated care, Wendy closed the book and slid it towards the center of the table, the lamp casting a puddle of light with the book at the center.
Slowly the three turned away, Harry picking up the lamp to light the way out of the room. On the way back up the steep ladders, Wendy turned The Oracle's words over and over in her mind. "When two become one...when two become one."
When they arrived at the upper levels they found the lamps lit along the passageway, night having fallen while they stood in the depths of the Nymph. Wendy could see light spilling from under Peter's cabin door and she pushed it open, nervous and excited at the same time.
Peter was sitting up in bed, a shirt covering his arms and chest, his expression faintly mutinous as he stared at the darkened windows and listened to the sounds of the ship. As Wendy entered the room he cast her a wary glance before passing on to the men crowding in behind her.
"Where have you all been?" He asked, studiously ignoring Wendy's presence as he watched his crewmen move to stand at the end of the bed.
"We took the young lady to see The Oracle." Stubbs informed him, folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the door frame.
Peter finally looked at Wendy, noting the gleam of gold around her neck. "So now you know."
"Know what?...the book talks in riddles. Supposedly Hook has the partner to the one in the hold, and we're expected to wrest it from him."
Peter jerked his gaze back to the men by the door. "Hook has the book?"
"Seems so," said Harry, "It showed her...us a riddle about two becoming one...then it showed an image of Hook. It was pretty clear."
"What about..." Peter started to say only to have Wendy interrupt.
"They also told me about the prophecy...about what will happen to Neverland if the two books fall into the wrong hands."
"She's been having visions Peter...just as the book said."
Wendy stared at Harry in surprise. "You never said anything about that!"
"It was the final indicator that you are the one, Wendy." Harry told her, shrugging away his guilt at not telling her sooner.
"What did you see in your visions?" Peter asked, pulling Wendy's attention back to him.
"Snow...and every one gone." Wendy told him succinctly, her gaze unwavering.
"Then we have no choice...it's clear. We have to get the book from Hook and find a new hiding place for The Oracle."
Throwing the covers back, Peter swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed himself upright. Wendy instantly stepped forward, along with Harry and Stubbs, all three attaching themselves to some part of Peter's anatomy.
"You can't..."
"Idiot...if you pull those stitches.."
"Hey lad...go easy..."
"LET ME GO!" Peter's shout sent his would-be supporters stepping back apace. Teetering only slightly, Peter held up his hands, palm out, to keep his over anxious nursemaids at bay.
"I'm still Captain of this ship...am I not?"
"But Peter..." Wendy received an upraised fingers for her pains.
Having silenced one, Peter raised his eyebrows at the others.
"Yes, Captain Sir.." said Stubbs, raising his hand in a salute.
"You've hardly had time to heal..." Harry spluttered to a halt, seeing the gleam in his patient's eye that spoke volumes.
"Peter..." Wendy used a milder tone to draw his attention. "There's not much we can do tonight...we're anchored in the river and safe...aren't we?" She turned to look at the two men listening in rapt attention. They both nodded vigorously.
"One more night won't make any difference to Hook...but it might make all the difference to you. Now we all know what has to be done, we can plan our next move...after the evening meal?"
As if debating the merits of her suggestion, Peter regarded each of them in turn, reading the silent pleading in his friends' eyes before returning his gaze to Wendy's.
"You may have the right of it...one more night won't make a bit of difference."
Wendy heaved a sigh at his words, noting the beads of perspiration standing out on his upper lip even as he swayed slightly.
"But at dawn we start planning how we're going to get the other book back...and I don't intend to do that from my bed!"
Gripping the carved wooden bed head, Peter remained standing until the two men had left, Wendy seeing the tension flow out of him as soon as the door closed. Darting forward she slipped her arm about his back as he wavered.
"Enough Peter...sit down before you fall down."
"I took you at your word..." He panted as she helped him stretch back out on the bunk. "From neck to ankle you said."
Wendy looked at him sideways, not understanding.
Peter grinned up at her as she fussed behind his head with the pillows.
"You said you wouldn't come back unless I was fully clothed." He explained, watching her cheeks colour up as she remembered his previous state of undress. When she unbent, the chain freed itself from the collar of her blouse and swung free in Peter's face, the acorn twisting as it fell. Peter caught it between his fingers and held it, perforce keeping Wendy bending over him as he inspected the token he'd given her so many years ago.
"My kiss." He said softly. "It looks like it did the day Tootles shot you from the sky."
"The book gave it back to me." Wendy told him, reaching out a hand to brace herself against the head of the bed. She felt strangely light headed watching as his long brown fingers caressed the small talisman, the chain tugging at her neck.
"Would you give me a kiss now, if I asked you...even though you don't love me?"
Wendy heard the wistful note in his voice and felt something twist inside her.
Pulling away, the acorn slipping from his fingers, Wendy stood beside the bed and looked down at him, his face upturned, watchfully intent, waiting for her answer.
"I never said I...couldn't love you Peter. I just think, as it's been so long, we should maybe get to know each other...a little better."
"I know all I need to know Wendy...what else is there?"
The echo of his words, the same he'd used when they'd been children, pierced her heart, her response almost the same, word for word.
"There's so much more...you don't really know me, not the grown up me."
"Is she so different?"
"I don't know...maybe."
"Your kiss says differently...it tells me nothing has really changed."
"How can a kiss tell you anything?" Wendy scoffed, her heart starting to beat rapidly.
"Yours can...I'll show you."
Ignoring the nagging ache in his side, Peter reached for her hand and pulled her down to sit on the bed. Holding her gaze, he lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing the peach softness as he brought his face close to her, their lips touching with the lightest of pressure, as soft as a butterflies wing. Wendy watched him with half closed eyes as he pulled away to gauge her reaction. Seeing nothing in her expression except bemused acceptance, Peter leant forward again, Wendy's eyes sliding shut as he pressed his lips to her's once more, sealing her mouth with his as he angled his head for greater contact.
After several pleasurable seconds, they parted to catch their breaths, Peter's heart beating so hard he was sure it would burst right out of his chest. He felt on fire all over, his blood singing in his veins. Wendy seemed to be similarly affected, her eyes still closed and her lips parted, her breath leaving her mouth in little puffs as she panted. Entranced, Peter swooped and captured her lips again, his fingers sliding into her hair to hold her still while he suckled her lips, his tongue tangling with hers for supremacy while her hands reached up to capture each side of his head, her fingers dallying around his ears and stroking his neck, driving him wild.
Unseen by either, the acorn around Wendy's neck started to glow, the green turning gold until the pendant became incandescent, the chain a ribbon of liquid sunlight about Wendy's neck. She felt no heat, only the intoxicating pressure of Peter's lips against her own, his fingers stoking over her head and igniting lights behind her closed eyelids.
While the pair remained oblivious, the glow started to encompass them both, outlining their bodies with a rim of gold, sparks shooting off in all directions until the air fairly crackled with static.
Peter and Wendy parted, both breathing heavily, to find that each was surrounded by a golden corona, the cabin suffused with a light that would have put the sun to shame.
"What's happening?" Wendy gasped, pressing herself closer and bringing the acorn pendant in direct contact with Peter. With the talisman trapped between them, the light suddenly flared and both squeezed their eyes tight shut against the unearthly glare, Wendy's face buried in Peter's shoulder, his buried in her's, his arms wrapped around her upper body as her twined hers around his neck.
In the blink of an eye they vanished.
At that second the door flew open and Stubbs stampeded into the cabin, the light still fading as the first mate stared incredulously at the glowing outline of two figures closely entwined. Even as he stared, Stubbs saw the glow fade to nothing, the after-image of the outline fading with it.
"Oh my gawd!"
Staring at the bed with disbelieving eyes, Stubbs hesitated, as if expecting the former occupants of the cabin to re-appear, but he waited in vain. Long seconds ticked by before he moved, lunging over to the bed and flinging the covers back as if expecting Peter and Wendy to be hiding somewhere. Realizing the futility of his search, Stubbs lurched out of the cabin and almost flattened Harry who had nearly reached the cabin door.
"I saw a light..." Harry started only to stop when Stubbs silently indicated the empty bunk.
"I saw the light too...hard to miss it, streaming out of every chink and crevice of the ship!"
"What did you see?" Harry asked, rounding on the first mate and grabbing his shirt front.
"Nothing...they were already gone when I got here."
"Where? Where have they gone?" Harry shouted, his fingers still locked in the material of Stubbs already threadbare shirt.
"I don't know...they're just gone!"
Suddenly Harry released the first mate and rushed out of the cabin, pushing through the throng of curious sailors crowding the passageway. Stubbs cast a last glance around the cabin before shouldering his way through the mob and followed the Doctor to the stairs leading down into the hold.
He caught up with the Doctor as he fumbled the key for the door protecting The Oracle.
Together the two men burst through and approached the small table. Harry struck a flint and ignited the lamp, the glow chasing the shadows back from the book which lay, in all innocence, where they'd left it.
Harry reached out, but Stubbs grasped his wrist to stay him.
"What are we going to find?" The first mate asked, fear evident in his voice.
"Won't know until I open it..." Harry told him, shaking off Stubbs hand and reaching for the cover. Flipping the book open the two stared down at the page and felt their mouth's hanging open in surprise.
All the pages had been dyed a deep, indigo blue with a multitude of stars scattered like diamonds over each page. Harry turned page after page but could only find the image of the stars on each sheet.
"What does it mean?" Stubbs asked in an awed whisper.
Harry shut the book and stared up at the ceiling of the cabin, as if trying to see the stars for real beyond the decking of the Nymph.
"I don't know my friend...something has changed. Whether for good or bad, we'll have to wait and find out like the rest of Neverland."
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TBC...