The Lost Ones were heard hooting and hollering as they danced around their fire with drums playing a tribal beat.

Peter soon found Henry sitting all by himself and he stood up to go and see the younger boy with a cocky smirk on his smug little face. "You don't want to join in the celebration, Henry?" he then asked the younger boy.

"Nothing to celebrate." Henry replied with a frown.

"Nothing to celebrate?" Peter repeated and chuckled with a confident smirk. "Henry, this whole party is to celebrate you."

"Me? Why?" Henry asked.

"Because you've come to save magic, of course. And I, for one, can't think of a reason more deserving of celebration than that," Peter reminded as he gestured to the ones who were celebrating. "Just look at them."

"I'm not like them," Henry firmly pouted in response. "Or you."

"Sure you are. You're still a boy. Maybe a song will get you on your feet." Peter insisted as he took out his panpipes and blew into them to bring out some music, but all Henry could hear was air being blown.

"Sorry. I... I don't hear anything." Henry said weakly.

Peter glanced at him curiously. "Interesting..." he then noted. "You see, this pipe's enchanted, Henry," he then explained. "It can only be heard by certain children."

"Like who?" Henry wondered.

Peter was about to answer when he saw Felix coming back to the campsite. "You'll find out soon enough, I promise." he then told the younger boy before leaving briefly.

"Hey, Felix, what's up?" Gil asked his fellow Lost Boy. "You look a little down in the dumps."

"Get out of my way, Peanut Brain." Felix grunted as he shoved Gil out of the way on his way over to their boss.

"Okay." Gil replied as he did what Felix asked him to, though frowned a little in concern.

"What? I know that look," Peter demanded as he approached Felix. "What happened?"

"Baelfire. I'm afraid he got away." Felix informed regretfully.

"Well, then why didn't you get him back?" Peter glared in response.

"I tried. I followed his trail and found two of our sentries knocked out... By a sleeping spell." Felix explained calmly.

Peter realized what this meant. "The Dark One. So father and son have been reunited." he then concluded.

"They'll be coming for the boy," Felix nodded before he glanced toward Henry. "We should move him somewhere safe."

"Now, now, Felix. Where's your sense of adventure?" Peter smirked. "We can't end the party when the real fun is about to begin. Especially since we have two new potential soldiers and the return of Goldilocks," he then took out his panpipes. "I decided to make a choice for her."

"Goldilocks has Lost Boys in her custody?" Felix asked curiously.

"Two victims who would be perfect Lost Boys, I just know it... I just need to get their attention~" Peter smirked as he took out his panpipes. "They'll definitely hear this melody, unlike Henry who is still holding onto his hope that will be dashed soon enough."

Felix smirked back a little. Eventually, Neverland was filled with special music as the Lost Ones continued to dance by the fire as Gil happily and eagerly joined them. Henry could still not hear the music while everyone else continued to celebrate.

Meanwhile, in Goldie's hideout, Jay and Carlos were shown to be asleep along with Goldie herself and Lonnie. However, their slumber didn't last very long as Jay and Carlos' eyes soon flashed awake and they began to follow the sound of the music, looking nearly hypnotized and entranced beyond their control.

Peter continued to play his music until suddenly, he had to stop because the party quickly ended. Wind blew everywhere, causing everyone except for him to fall into a deep sleep and even the fire was put out which did not go unnoticed by him. "We have a guest! No doubt someone who knows how much I like guessing games. Who could it be? I guess... The Dark One." he then said as he waved his hand to make some fire appear, showing Rumple deep within the shadows.

Rumple glared once he faced the ageless and immortal boy who never grew up.

"Come to save Henry, have you, laddie? How exciting," Peter continued with a sardonic smirk on his face. "The Dark One ready to sacrifice his life for his family. Speaking of family..." he then stopped as he waved his hand again to make more fire appear, showing Neal with a crossbow from the bushes. "You can come out now, Baelfire." he then told the other man.

"Name's Neal now." Neal retorted as he kept a brave stance.

"New name, but the same old tricks," Peter scoffed with confidence. "It's heartwarming to see father and son working together, especially after you abandoned him, Rumple. This is a real family reunion."

"What are you waiting for?" Rumple asked Neal.

"I got this." Neal reassured his father as he soon shot the arrow from the crossbow.

Peter quickly snatched the arrow, catching his breath before grinning darkly once he managed to save his life. "Clever, but we've been through this before, Baelfire. Have you remembered nothing?" he then taunted as he held onto the arrow.

"I remember plenty," Neal replied knowingly. "That's why I didn't coat the tip."

Peter's eyes slowly widened and he was soon becoming immobile and without magic. Temporarily, but he was still defeated for once in his legacy.

"Grab Henry." Rumple instructed his son who eagerly did as he was told.

"Well, how about that? I'm impressed," Peter remarked. "But are you sure you're really saving him, Bae?"

"What could be worse than leaving him here with you?" Neal huffed in response.

"Why don't you ask your father? Sometimes the people we should fear the most are the ones closest to us." Peter countered darkly.

Neal looked a bit startled before he faced Rumple. "W-What's he talking about?" he then demanded.

"Don't listen to him." Rumple softly replied as he seemed to be hiding a certain secret.

"You mean you haven't told him?" Peter smirked at Rumple and Neal once he had some leverage over them.

"Told me what?" Neal asked.

"Why, about the prophecy, of course." Peter smirked as he knew something that Neal did not.

"What prophecy? What's he mean?" Neal asked as he scooped Henry up.

"The prophecy that says you've been tricked," Peter clarified darkly. "Your father isn't here to rescue your son. He's here to murder him."

Neal and Rumple looked concerned about that before they went to move Henry to a more safe location away from the campground.

"What the hell was he talking about?" Neal soon asked, referring to Peter, as he helped Henry lie down comfortably.

"Oh, don't mind him." Rumple replied.

"He said you were gonna murder Henry!" Neal reminded firmly.

"He plays games. Mind games," Rumple then said. "The important thing is we got the boy and we got away."

Neal soon looked around curiously. "Where are we?" he then asked his father.

"The other side of the island," Rumple informed. "We're safe here for the time being."

Neal nodded before he tried to wake his son up. "Hey. Hey, Henry. It's me. Hey, it's your dad." he then crooned gently.

"No, he... he can't hear you." Rumple advised softly.

Neal looked slightly firm. "Then wake him up." he then told his father.

"Pulling him out of the spell could be dangerous," Rumple warned his eldest son. "He'll wake naturally in a few hours. He'll be fine."

"All right," Neal nodded before he decided to change the subject. "Then you can explain to me what the hell Pan meant. This prophecy that he's talking about, why would he say that you'd kill Henry?" he then demanded.

"Oh, I don't know, to create a wedge between us." Rumple tried to deny it, though he didn't sound very convincing.

"That's not a denial." Neal noted.

Rumple sighed sharply, not sure what to tell his son.

"No, this has to do with what happened when I found you," Neal then demanded. "You thought I was a hallucination. You said that you had to do the right thing and save Henry! What did that really mean?"

"Baelfire..." Rumple started to say.

"IT'S NEAL!" Neal sternly corrected before he glared firmly at his father. "Now stop dodging and tell me what's going on!"

Rumple paused for a few moments before sighing as he decided to confess to Neal. "There was a seer, and she told me of a prophecy... that boy would help reunite me with you. And that boy... Would be my undoing." he then admitted.

"Henry." Neal realized.

"I didn't know it was gonna be my own grandson, until I found you in New York and discovered you were his father." Rumple then continued with a nod.

"You were planning on getting rid of him, whoever he was, weren't you?" Neal then gave a cold snort in response. "To try and cheat fate? To get around the prophecy? You cold-blooded son of a bitch. You were gonna kill him."

"Yes." Rumple admitted as he came closer to his son and grandson.

"Get back. You stay away from him!" Neal glared.

"That was then. Things have changed. I... I didn't come here to Neverland to hurt Henry," Rumple reassured softly. "I came here to save him."

"After what you just told me, I'm supposed to believe you?!" Neal scoffed in response.

"I won't lie to you, Bae," Rumple promised gently. "Self-preservation has been a nasty habit I've had my whole life, but I came here to break it, to do the right thing and to save your son. Even if that meant sacrificing my own life. You have to trust me." he then added hopefully.

"How can I?" Neal retorted before he decided to make a fire while Henry was lying down next to him.

"Tell me what I have to do to gain your trust, and I will." Rumple soon said softly.

Neal thought about it for a few moments until he nodded once he knew what he wanted to say. "Give me The Dark One dagger," he then ordered his father. "I know you. I know you wouldn't come all the way to Neverland without it. It's the only thing that can control you. It's the only thing that could stop you. You wouldn't take any chances with it."

"I don't have it." Rumple said softly.

"Why are you lying?" Neal asked out of suspicion.

"I'm not lying to you, Bae," Rumple reassured. "I hid it so Pan couldn't get it, so he couldn't stop me."

"So un-hide it!" Neal countered sternly.

"My shadow took it." Rumple added calmly.

"Your shadow," Neal laughed as he stood up in disbelief. "Man, you got an answer for everything, don't you? I wonder what Ben's childhood was like with you?" he then taunted his father.

"I'm telling you the truth, I swear," Rumple insisted. "What do you mean Ben's childhood?" he then asked.

"Oh, you know, Ben got to grow up with you and have a normal childhood and he's even back home in Storybrooke with his mother still around... How do you think that makes me feel?" Neal scoffed in response with slight anger and jealousy. "Sure, we both grew up with you as The Dark One... As Rumplestiltskin, but compared to me, Ben got to have a normal life with friends and people who could count on him."

"It wasn't easy for him too, you know," Rumple then said. "I was Mr. Gold... People were afraid of Regina in town, but they were more afraid of me."

"He still got to grow up with you and have in his life for nearly his whole life," Neal retorted firmly. "You know, maybe you did hide it. Maybe you do want to do the right thing, but that's today. What about tomorrow?" he then added firmly.

"I've changed." Rumple reassured.

"Have you?" Neal glared.

"Yes," Rumple nodded. "Not just for your brother, but for everybody."

Neal firmly frowned. "The prophecy still stands. You save him, he's still your undoing." he then added sternly.

"I'm still willing to die for him." Rumple insisted.

"What happens if we get back, and you're reunited with Belle and Ben, and you realize that the only thing standing between you and your happy ending is my son?" Neal countered bitterly. "And suddenly, 'undoing' doesn't sound so great."

"You're my happy ending. This is. Because it's my redemption," Rumple defended as strongly as he could. "I can be strong, son, if you have faith in me. Your younger brother has faith in me, so you can too."

Neal looked down before he looked back up a bit, then took Rumple's hand suddenly. "You know, when I was living here and sleeping in a cave, I used to dream of you coming to rescue me, but then I'd wake up and remember how you left me behind." he then started to say.

Rumple blinked tearfully and shook his head to assure that wasn't going to happen, feeling heartbroken that his son said such things about him.

"You left your own son behind for the power of that dagger," Neal continued firmly. "How can I think that things would ever be any different?" he then added, letting go of Rumple's hands, leaving behind what looked like a leaf smeared with a blackened substance.

Rumple then looked at the palm of his hands to see the substance and he was soon rendered immobile and powerless just like Peter Pan. "Neal. What are you doing?" he then asked out of concern.

"I'm gonna find Emma and the others and get the hell off this island," Neal replied as he scooped Henry back up in his hold, putting the boy over his shoulder. "Then I'm gonna get my family back home."

"You can't go into the jungle alone!" Rumple reminded his son, unable to go right after him. "Without my power to protect you, Pan will capture you both!"

"I'm sorry, I got no choice. We're safer without you. Goodbye, Papa." Neal replied without any emotion in his voice as he then ventured off back into the jungle without another word.

Rumple soon broke down crying once he was separated from his eldest son yet again and it was going to be a lot worse in a place like this. However, not only did he lose his eldest son, but he also lost his grandson because of the grave prophecy from long ago once his past came back to haunt him once again.

Neal soon traveled deep into the jungle, finding a certain campsite that seemed to be abandoned, though he could sense a familiar presence somehow from deep within his heart as he set Henry down safely and comfortably. "Emma..." he then said with a hopeful smile only to be quickly disappointed.

"You were so close to finding her," Peter said as he came out from the bushes, now able to move again after the effect cursed upon him had worn off. "You disappoint me. I thought I taught you better. Never break in somewhere unless you know the way out."

"I'll remember that for next time." Neal retorted firmly.

"Well, there isn't going to be a next time, but don't blame yourself," Peter retorted. "Your father could have protected you out here, sure, but then who would've protected Henry from him? Talk about a rock and a hard place."

"I will get my son back, no matter what it takes." Neal glared.

"You're not getting it. That's not the problem. You got him. I got him back. It's the game!" Peter taunted with a crafty smirk. "No, my boy, the real problem for you is that there is no escaping Neverland. No one gets off this island without my permission." he then reminded him.

"I've done it before." Neal reminded.

"Did you? Look where you are now," Peter taunted. "It's like you never left."

"You saying you let me go?" Neal asked hopefully then.

"I'm saying everyone's where I want them," Peter clarified darkly. "Something to chew on. You know where to take him." he then told his Lost Ones.

"Pan? Uh, sir?" Gil spoke up. "Permission to speak freely?"

"Permission granted as long as you don't say something stupid for once in your life." Peter allowed, though rolled his eyes as he already regretted that sentence.

"I think the kid's waking up." Gil said as Henry soon groaned and shifted slightly in his hold.

"That's the most helpful thing you've said since you came to Neverland... Felix, go take care of Neal and we'll take care of Henry." Peter concluded before ordering.

"No! Henry!" Neal cried out as the Lost Ones came to move him away from the premises.

"Oh, don't worry," Peter told him. "It won't be for very long."

"I'm alive!" Neal cried out, trying to get Henry's attention in time, but he was too late.

"Just until I reset the board," Peter said before they went to leave with Henry in their grasp. "See, the game is about to change."

"Don't give up hope, Henry!" Neal called out as he was being sent back into the jungle of Neverland, but he was going to be put in a very uncomfortable new spot. "I will come for you! I promise!"

Meanwhile, Rumple was still frozen in place until he was finally able to move freely just like Peter eventually was. He then took out a straw doll that appeared to be from early childhood and he was soon joined by Belle who was wearing a blue and white dress.

"I'm so sorry, Rumple," Belle coaxed. "Neal should have trusted you as Ben does."

"How could he?" Rumple frowned emotionally. "After everything I've done?"

"Well... He may not know what was in your heart, but I do," Belle advised warmly. "You would've protected Henry. You would've even given your own life to show Neal that you've changed. We have a son together and he's a very wonderful, intelligent, kind, and generous boy, especially with his plans for the other descendants in school, whether they are Hero Kids or Villain Kids." she then sweetly reminded.

"Are you asking me, or do you truly believe that?" Rumple scoffed slightly in response.

"I know it with all my heart. What I don't know is why you look so upset now," Belle insisted. "I mean, Rumple, he's alive. Baelfire. You have something to live for."

"But the prophecy remains. Henry's still my undoing." Rumple reminded bitterly.

"That's why you're upset," Belle then realized. "You were so determined to die for the boy, but now? Having something to live for has brought back that nasty habit of self-preservation, hasn't it?"

Rumple glanced at her and his doll, though not answering right away that time.

"Rumple... Habits can be broken, can't they?" Belle then asked softly.

Rumple sighed as he felt his mind being numb with so much going on with his inner thoughts and feelings. "Go away, Belle. I don't want to talk right now." he then requested a bit coldly. And just like that, Belle was gone, leaving Rumple alone with his thoughts as he held onto the doll in his hands.

Back at the campground, Henry grunted as he was slowly waking up again while the Lost Ones continued to do their tribal dance by the fire. "What happened?" he then asked once he came to.

"Oh, you fell asleep." Peter stated simply.

"I did?" Henry asked, a bit surprised by that answer.

"No, don't worry. It was just a little catnap," Peter reassured with a small smirk. "The night's still young."

Henry glanced at him as he looked all around while the Lost Ones continued to celebrate. "Wait. I... I remember something," he then realized. "My dad... When I was asleep, I... I could've sworn I heard him calling for me."

"Really?" Peter blinked in response.

"It must've been a dream." Henry then quickly denied it.

"Well, how can you be sure?" Peter asked innocently.

"Because... 'Cuz my dad's dead." Henry explained glumly.

"I'm sorry, Henry. It makes sense for us to dream about the things we've lost and the things we hoped for, like your father being alive and your mother coming to find you," Peter said softly before smirking. "But eventually, you'll find new things to dream about. And when you do, they'll start to come true."

"How do you know?" Henry then asked the older boy.

"Because that's what I did," Peter clarified and smirked. "And now you're here. Neverland used to be a place where new dreams were born. You can bring that magic back, Henry. And we can be your family. I'd like to play a song, a song for our guest of honor..." he then said before he brought out his panpipes again and played them.

Henry blinked as something began to change. He could suddenly hear the music that drowned out the Lost Ones chanting by the dancing flames.

Peter grinned once he noticed Henry was reacting differently. "You can hear the music now, can't you, Henry?" he then asked the younger boy hopefully.

"Yeah!" Henry replied eagerly once he was a Lost Boy now.

Peter grinned at that since his dark and diabolical plan had been completed and accomplished now that Henry was on his side. Things were definteily going to get worse before they got better.

Meanwhile, in the jungle, a group of Lost Boys were dragging an unconscious Neal with them as they began to head over to a wooden cage to open it and shove the knocked-out adult inside of it.

"You heard Pan," Felix told the other Lost Boys once they had their prisoner settled into his new home. "You know what to do with him."

The Lost Boys nodded as they locked Neal up in his cage and prepared to move him about.

Back at the camp, Henry watched as the Lost Ones continued to celebrate their freedom and victory. One of the Lost Boys emerged and began to watch Henry, approaching the younger boy and nudging him with a pointed stick.

"Ow!" Henry complained as he turned around to see an older boy with pale brown skin and a dark brown tuft of hair on his head with bright green eyes and he appeared to wear an animal pelt of gray fur with dark gray spots with a hood that seemed to be a black mane with matching ears, almost looking like a wild canine from the jungle.

"So, you're the kid Pan's been looking for all this time?" Kovu scoffed and smirked as he made Henry stand up and face him.

"Ask him!" Henry frowned as he backed away from Kovu.

Kovu smirked and he soon started to attack Henry playfully.

Startled, Henry jumped out of his reach. "Stop it!" he then cried out to the older boy.

"If you can't take this, how are you gonna handle what Pan has in store for you?" Kovu taunted and smirked.

Looking down, Henry noticed a stick lying on the ground. Nodding, Kovu encouraged Henry to pick up the stick. As soon as Henry was armed, Kovu charged at him and the two of them soon engaged in a playful fight.

"Not bad," Peter said once he was soon shown to be checking on them. "But wouldn't it be more fun, if you had real swords?" he then asked Henry.

"I've never used a real sword." Henry explained softly.

"This is Neverland and you have the heart of the truest believer," Peter reminded with a small smirk as he put a hand on Henry's shoulder. "You can use whatever you want. You just need to believe, Henry. Close your eyes and believe you're holding a real sword."

Henry soon closed his eyes as he tried to take that advice. He then opened his eyes, finding himself holding a blade in his hand.

"What are you waiting for? Go on." Peter then encouaged.

Henry then looked at him before charging toward Kovu. The Lost Ones began to cheer for the younger boy.

"Go on! Go for it! Keep going! Come on!" Peter grinned as he got in on the action as well.

With one stroke of his sword, Henry cut his opponent's stick in half.

"Come on, Henry!" Peter continued.

Henry then charged once again and soon hit his opponent, giving him a scar on the left side of his face suddenly and even drew blood as a result. "I'm sorry. It was an accident." he soon told Kovu, shocked at what he had done.

"Henry. Don't you know the best thing about being a Lost Boy?" Peter asked rhetorically as he handed Henry his sword back. "You never apologize."

"I thought that was on Pleasure Island with that creepy coachman?" Gil spoke up.

Peter snarled at Gil, giving him a look to shut the muscle boy up before he turned to the other Lost Ones. "Come on." he then told the others while encouraging Henry to raise his arm in a victorious gesture.

The Lost Ones soon cheered for Henry's victory since that meant a lot to them and even he began to look proud and pleased with himself.

"Yeah." Henry smiled as he began to look hopeful as the others cheered him on.

Meanwhile, Goldie whimpered a little in her sleep as she began to have a hopeful dream. She tossed and turned a bit until she heard her name being called suddenly.

"Goldie... Goldie... GOLDIE!"

Goldie grunted and groaned as she looked over to see Lonnie standing up and staring back at her. "Huh?" she then murmured, her voice a bit thick since she just suddenly woke up. "What is it?"

"...You suck your thumb?" Lonnie suddenly asked.

Goldie saw her thumb close to her mouth before she scoffed a bit and put it down. "What is it, Lonnie?" she then asked while rubbing one of her eyes wearily.

"Okay, well, I got up, cuz I had a bit of a personal emergency, but... There's an even bigger emergency... I don't know how to tell you this, I'm a bit scared... I just..." Lonnie stammered a bit.

"What is it, kid?" Goldie groaned slightly. "Just go in the bushes and if you have a bigger emergency, you just bury your-"

"No, it's not that, it's Jay and Carlos," Lonnie explained with wide eyes out of fear and worry. "They're gone!"

"Gone?!" Goldie asked as she shot up in the air, suddenly hitting her head on the ceiling before groaning and rubbing her head. "What do you mean gone?"

"Well, as I said, I went to take care of a personal emergency and when I came back, I saw that they weren't in their beds," Lonnie explained and pointed out, showing that their beds were now empty. "It's not like them to just get up and leave, especially with no idea of how to handle Neverland."

"They seem smarter than that, especially that Carlos kid." Goldie nodded as she looked horrified at the scene.

"I know..." Lonnie frowned. "Jay's a bit wreckless and adventurous, but it would seem stupid of him to go around Neverland on his own, but why would they leave?"

Goldie paused thoughtfully until she gasped and had an idea. "They must've heard the music." she then realized.

"Music? What music?" Lonnie asked the blonde woman. "I didn't hear any music."

"That's good that you didn't, but it's very special music," Goldie said to the girl. "Pan has this musical instrument called the panpipe that he uses to draw music out to children who feel lost and unloved and they become his Lost Boys and Lost Girls."

"How do you know?" Lonnie wondered.

"I've fallen victim to the music before," Goldie admitted and frowned. "Especially when my brother seemed to prefer the company of his friends over his little sister even though we were alone together after we lost our parents to bears."

"...That's how you know so much about Neverland." Lonnie then realized.

"Yes," Goldie nodded and admitted. "Pan made me his first Lost Girl and soon, he decided to use me as a pawn to get whatever he wanted outside of Neverland... Eventually, I ended up in New York City and I was used to help him get the heart of the truest believer, I never meant to hurt anyone though." she then confessed.

"I'm a little unhappy that you gave into him like that, Goldie... But I trust you since I have no idea of how to handle Neverland, but I'm determined, especially since my mother is Mulan," Lonnie frowned. "As long as you don't try to trick me and surrender me to Pan."

"I won't, I promise, I'm sick of him by now," Goldie promised Lonnie. "I don't know how we can stop him, but I need you to trust me, okay?"

"Okay, Goldie..." Lonnie said softly. "I guess it's a good thing we brought our swords along, right?"

"Exactly... I hope you got enough rest because it looks like we rested long enough and now we have to act quickly against Pan." Goldie nodded and soon suggested.

"Well, all right... Where do we go from here?" Lonnie nodded and asked.

"We'll have to see what we can do... Come on, the sooner the better." Goldie suggested as she began to leave her hideout with Lonnie behind her.

"I hope you know what you're doing." Lonnie said on the way.

"I hope I do too, I'm making it up as I go, but you can still trust me." Goldie replied.

"You're making it up as you go along?" Lonnie asked nervously. "Is that wise to do in a place like this?"

"Hey, I'm not the best adult around, now you can either follow me and hope for the best or you can be on your own and worry about your friends," Goldie shrugged in defense. "Your choice, kiddo."

Lonnie paused as Goldie left as she thought about it before she decided to grab her bag filled with swords and came right behind Goldie.

"I knew you'd make the better choice." Goldie said with a small smile as they walked off through Neverland.

Lonnie smiled back, though still looked nervous, then followed Goldie into the jungle of Neverland to hopefully find Jay and Carlos before something horrible would happen to them.

Meanwhile, Jay was shown to be wandering on his own, looking a little lost. He then blinked as he saw a flash of some sort of golden light. He soon shook his head and rubbed his eyes, almost like something had stopped him from doing his current task before he looked up to see the golden flash again from a window from above. To his surprise, he found what looked like a tower in the middle of The Dark Jungle and saw the golden flash from the window sill of the tower. He then couldn't help his urges and sticky fingers as he decided to climb up the tower to see what was up there as he knew it had to be valuable somehow.

Soon, Jay climbed up into the tower and looked around. He then saw some paintings all over the walls, a small bed, and a closet door, and he seemed to be on his own. He looked at the flashing light of the window sill and came closer to it and found a golden hairbrush there, causing him to smirk eagerly. "Heh... Alone at last~" he then said as he came to take it for himself.

CLANG! Jay suddenly keeled over, bug-eyed. A girl with dark brown hair was soon shown and she also had black-painted lips, red-ish pupils, and a red and black punk outfit stood behind Jay's fallen body with a frying pan. She then peered down and pushed back a corner of his mouth, as though to check for fangs.

"Huh...?" Jay groaned as he opened one eye.

CLANG! The brown-haired girl hit him again and she soon began to drag him to the closet and shove him inside, though it took several efforts. "Okay, okay, I got a person in the closet. I got a person in the closet. I got a person in my closet! Too weak to handle myself out there, huh Pan?" she then smirked at herself in victory. "Well, Tell that to my frying pan!"

Jay groaned and soon began to wake up.

"All right... You should know that struggling is pointless," The girl told him firmly. "I know why you're here. And I'm not afraid of you."

"What?" Jay murmured to her.

"I don't recognize you like the other Lost Boys around here, but you should know that only Pan is allowed in my tower whenever he wants to come and visit," The girl told him firmly. "So who are you and what are you doing here?"

"I... Uh... I know not who you are. Nor how I came to find you, but may I just say..." Jay started to tell her before he smirked a little. "Hi! How you doing? The name's Jay of Storybrooke. How's your day going, huh?"

"Why have you come into my tower, Jay of Storybrooke?" The girl demanded as her crimson eyes narrowed.

"All right, Girly..." Jay started to say.

"Enid." The brown-haired girl gave her name.

"Right... Uh... Here's the thing. I was in a situation, Gallivanting through the forest," Jay then said to her. "I can across your tower and-"

"And you thought you'd come trespass onto my private property?" Enid finished with a glower before she took the flashing golden item which appeared to be a hairbrush.

"A hairbrush? I came her to follow a hairbrush?" Jay asked himself out of disbelief once he saw what gold that Enid had with her.

"So you did come to trespass and steal my treasures..." Enid sneered. "I ought to tell Pan that you were here without my permission, Lost Boy."

"No, no, really, I'm not a Lost Boy," Jay told her. "I actually came here to help a friend of mine."

"Oh, really? Who sent you then?" Enid demanded. "Gil LeGume? Felix? That pervert Devin?"

"I don't know who any of those people are, but I'm here to help my friend find her little brother, Henry." Jay explained.

"Henry?" Enid asked as she softened up a little bit.

"I take it you've probably heard of him?" Jay guessed.

"Yes... I've heard Pan mention that name a couple of times," Enid replied. "I haven't actually met him though, I was just here minding my own business and doing what I usually do, brushing my hair and singing."

"Singing?" Jay asked softly. "Is that where that pretty song was coming from?"

"I don't know about pretty, but I guess it was," Enid said, blushing a little since Jay called her singing a pretty song. "I don't get to come down from my tower much, I'm usually just here by myself trying to keep busy unless he absolutely needs me. You really think my song was pretty?"

"Well, I thought the singing was at least," Jay shrugged bashfully. "If it was you then, I suppose you have the voice of an angel."

"Hm... You're not like the other Lost Boys." Enid snorted and smirked.

"Thank you." Jay replied.

"So, if you're not one of the Lost Boys or sent from Pan, what do you want?" Enid soon asked.

"Well, it's like I said... I'm here from Storybrooke and I came to help a friend of mine-" Jay began to say until a new sound suddenly scared them both straight and stiff.

"CUCKOO!"

"Pan's here... You have to hide!" Enid gasped and whispered to Jay.

"Uh... Where do I go?" Jay asked, looking nervous for his own life.

"Quick! Get in here!" Enid said as she shoved Jay right into her closet and shut it before leaning on the door.

Jay grunted and groaned from the sudden force and the closet was slightly cramped, but he tried not to complain. Enid soon looked around and went to the corner to look busy as she tried to look calm and collected. Eventually, someone was shown to be on top of Enid's window sill and he came inside with a bowl.

"Oh... Hello there..." Enid said as she approached Peter who brought her a bowl.

"Dinnertime," Peter told her as he held out the bowl. "Hazelnut soup."

"Thank you so much," Enid said to him as she accepted the bowl with a nervous smile. "You really shouldn't have."

"Well, don't say I never did anything for you," Peter reminded with a smirk before he grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss, making their lips land on each other's, though Enid did her very best to hide disgust from that until he looked around. "...Something's different around here." he then noticed.

"Huh? What could possibly be different?" Enid asked as she started to sweat nervously. "After all, it's just you and me here."

"I suppose~" Peter replied as he scanned the area before he looked into the corner. "Aha! You didn't think I'd notice, did you?"

Enid bit her lip with very wide eyes, almost looking like she could faint.

"You haven't painted today..." Peter pointed out as he came to the corner and brushed his fingertips against the corner of where she usually painted. "What's wrong, girl? I thought you loved to paint."

"Ohh... That... Well, uh... It's just that I think I need new paint," Enid soon said while trying to hide her relief and keep up appearances as Jay glanced out from her closet while trying to be quiet and inconspicuous. "That paint made from the white shells you once brought me."

"Hm... A new painting idea besides stars at least..." Peter smirked. "I also just wanted to know if you saw anyone different or suspicious around here. I'm sure you've heard we have a new Lost Boy in our army against those invaders."

"Yes, Peter, I remember..." Enid nodded and began to sip her soup so he wouldn't get suspicious of her lack of eating since she was hiding a very big secret from him.

"Those invaders from Storybrooke can't take him away from us," Peter told her as he glanced back at her before heading to the window before he smirked. "Though I ought to win this round and you know why."

"Peter Pan never fails." Enid memorized and nodded.

"Yes, that's a good girl~" Peter smirked as he patted her on the head as she tried to avoid grimacing at his touch. "My favorite little Lost Girl~"

Enid gulped as she glanced back at him.

"Now, finish that up and get to sleep soon... You'll meet my two new members very soon who I know will be excellent Lost Boy material." Peter soon commanded.

"Yes, of course, Peter," Enid replied. "Are these new members also from the invaders?"

"They seem linked somehow, though I know that Goldilocks has been trying to keep them from me," Peter told her as he headed for her window before sitting on the sill without fear of falling off. "She may be the younger sister of the sneaky thief Robin Hood, but she's not as clever or crafty as he is and she has a habit of sticking her nose where it doesn't belong and trying to get by with a sample of porridge or sleeping in someone else's bed without being noticed. No one's as clever or sneaky as me, especially with my secret to success."

Enid nodded as she continued to eat the soup, not speaking up unless he wanted her to, which was also good for her sake. Jay looked repulsed and sickened by Peter's actions and point of view on things, but did his best to keep it to himself.

Eventually, Enid finished sipping the soup and approached him with the bowl which he quickly snatched away from her with a firm look. "G-G-Good night, Peter... I'll see you tomorrow." she then said as she went to pick up her golden hairbrush to brush her hair and go to sleep right after.

"Ahem?" Peter cleared his throat, causing her to tense up once she turned his back on him. "Aren't we forgetting something?" he then reminded with a smirk.

"Oh... Right..." Enid said as she approached him. "Pucker up." she then told him.

Peter smirked as he slid off the window sill and jumped toward her, grabbed her, and then pulled her into a forced kiss. Enid squeaked because of the suddenness of that, but she did her best to tolerate it.

"Sweet dreams~" Peter whispered right into her ear right after the kiss before chuckling and going to go out her window and fly back down to his camp as he left her alone in her tower yet again.

Enid shuddered and groaned at that once she was alone again, then came to her closet door to let Jay out once the coast was clear.

"Man... What do you see in that guy?" Jay asked as he came out of the closet.

"Oh... You saw and heard those kisses?" Enid guessed.

"Kinda hard to ignore," Jay replied. "So are you boyfriend and girlfriend or something?"

"It's sort of a long story," Enid said nervously in response. "I'm just glad he didn't see or hear you."

"Yeah... That guy seems like a creep... So it looks like the others also came from Storybrooke to try to save Henry," Jay said to Enid. "I just hope we'll all be able to do that."

"Good luck with that... Peter never fails, it's been that way ever since before I can even remember..." Enid sighed as she soon went to go sit down and brush her hair until she would go to bed that night.

"What do you mean?" Jay asked her. "What was your hometown like? You know, where you grew up?"

"I... I don't remember..." Enid admitted as she brushed her hair while looking into her mirror. "I just don't really remember."

"Does this place wipe your memory or something?" Jay asked out of concern.

"Something like that... If Pan keeps you here for a while, you tend to forget all about your home, your friends, and your family," Enid shrugged as she brushed her hair. "Who knows how long you and your friends have until you forget everything too and become lost... There's a reason why his place is also called The Isle of the Lost."

"Well... I might not know when or how to help you, Enid, but when I help the others find Henry and whatever else they need to do in Neverland, I'm going to help you find your home and your family too." Jay said out of determination.

"How can you be so sure?" Enid asked softly.

"Because... I don't have much of a family either," Jay admitted with a small sigh. "I thought I did during The Dark Curse, like I ran this very rundown and inferior version of Mr. Gold's pawnshop called a Junk Shop with my dad, but turns out that was just a false memory like when Carlos thought his parents went on a vacation without him and never came back, but that was a lie too," he then tried to explain. "We're all just basically trying to help each other in Storybrooke and if you let me, we can maybe help you too and maybe find out what happened to your family or at least find you a new family."

"Oh, do you really think you could do that, Jay?" Enid asked. "I don't know, it sounds pretty risky."

"You're a smart girl, Enid, I know it," Jay said as he took her hand and looked into her crimson eyes. "You just have to have faith and trust."

"What about pixie dust?" Enid then asked.

"I don't think pixie dust will be needed in Storybrooke, but I'll be your friend... If you'll let me." Jay said with a small smile.

"...It would be nice to have a friend for once," Enid admitted as she smiled back. "I'm just not sure."

"Just trust me, Enid..." Jay told her calmly. "I'll try to do what I can to help you and everyone else around here to freedom. Doesn't that sound good to you?" he then asked.

"...I do have to admit that it sounds nice..." Enid replied as she nodded. "I'm just worried you and everyone else will get in trouble."

"Trouble?" Jay asked with a chuckle and smirk. "No way... You're only in trouble if you get caught."

Enid smirked back, slightly amused before she sighed. "All right... No one wants to stay cooped up here forever," she then told him as she took his hands and looked into his eyes. "I trust you, Jay."

"Thank you, Enid. That's all I ask for," Jay smiled warmly. "Now I wish I could spend the night, but I don't want to risk you getting into any more trouble, especially around a guy like me."

"I understand... I wish you could stay too," Enid sighed and nodded. "Thank you for at least helping give me some sort of hope."

"My pleasure... Just hold onto that hope and maybe I can help make your dreams come true." Jay said as he decided to get going.

"It sounds so wonderful and easy when you say it like that," Enid sighed hopefully as she waved him off. "Goodbye and good luck, Jay. I just hope this won't be the last time I see you."

"I hope it's not the last time I see you either, Enid," Jay replied on his way out of her tower. "Thank you for trusting and listening to me at least."

"You're welcome." Enid smiled as she watched Jay leave and get going, just hoping that Peter happened to not see that.