She followed after him, easily navigating her way through Neverland's trees. She stopped in her tracks as she came onto the beach, seeing a small boat and the sea. She felt a pang of fear and sadness. He was going to take her out on the water.
She was obviously frozen longer than Pan's liking because he turned towards her, eyebrows raised. "Are you just going to stand there all day? Hurry up."
Snapping out of it with a glare, she walked forwards hesitantly. Pan stepped into the boat, offering her a hand of assistance. Taking the proffered limb, she stumbled as the dinghy swayed beneath her. After ensuring she was safely seated, Pan sat on the bench across from her, picking up the oars. As the boat began to move, Reyna tensed, her fingers curling around the bench beneath her, her knuckles white. Pan looked at her confused before shaking his head and looking out the horizon.
Reyna decided that it would be best to take her mind off the water they were travelling in. "What is it you wanted to show me?" she asked impatiently, remembering the argument from last night. "Not what, where. And be patient. It isn't far now." She huffed at her non-answer, but sat quietly.
She looked out at water for the first time, feeling sick, but her eyes widened at the sight of a large cave at the end of the path Pan was taking them. "Are we going there?" she asked, examining the mass that resembled a skull in her opinion. "Skull Rock," was all Pan said.
Pan rowed them to the shore, stepping out of the boat before tying it to a post and helping her onto the stable floor. Looking around the dark cavern, she couldn't say she was impressed. She opened her mouth to speak, but Pan put a hand over it, giving her a hard glare. "Don't. Follow me."
Satisfied that she wouldn't start, he turned and started up a staircase on the far end, Reyna hot on his heels. She wanted to ask the million questions racing in her head, but she was not in the mood to start another screaming match with Pan.
He led her into the center of the large cave, the two 'eyes' overlooking the dark sky and island. Clouds were blocking out the light of the moon, a storm looking like it was just about to brew. Pan was angry (Sad? Bothered? Annoyed? Depressed?) it would seem. The cave had an eerie golden light to it, and she shivered at the cold she felt. Standing tall at the center, there was a large hourglass perched atop a pile of golden skulls. It was creepy to say the least. The glowing golden sand was nearly half way to the bottom, falling slowly with each passing second. Pan stared up at the glass morosely, his eyes hard. Reyna was perturbed, wondering if this was where he always left to and returned from in such a bad mood.
Why was it here, and why did it have such an effect on Pan?
As though he had read her mind, Pan broke the silence. "This place didn't exist until I made the conscious decision to stay in Neverland. My shadow showed it to me, explaining its meaning."
He didn't seem about to offer an explanation, but she wasn't paying attention anyways. The gears of her mind were turning quickly, connecting the dots extraordinarily fast, like a well-oiled machine.
"The hourglass. It is fueling your life force," she guessed, "When it all reaches the bottom, you'll die." She paused for a second before gasping at a sudden revelation. "That was why you were so angry about me helping Baelf- Neal. You needed him, for something, to save yourself. I-I can't believe I didn't-." She stopped abruptly as Pan turned, his expression vicious.
"Of course you didn't! How could you? You're nothing but a-" He stopped as his head snapped to the side, his cheek prickling slightly with pain. Reyna was glaring at him, had he been anyone else he would have cowered, her hand still raised after she had slapped him. He turned his head back slowly, his eyes wide with surprise, his hand moving up to rub his cheek.
"Don't think you can get away with speaking to me that way, Pan. I don't care if you are magical or if you are in one of your bloody bad moods or if you just have a head too big for your shoulders. You don't get to disrespect me like that. Now, either you can apologize and tell me more about your curse, or I can slap you again if you didn't understand the first time."
Pan looked at her with something akin to being impressed, angry, with a hint of respect and pride mixed in. His eyes softened slightly, though the rest of his face remained emotionless. "I am sorry," he muttered almost unintelligibly, much like a scolded child. She nodded indignantly. "Go on," she said.
Giving her an odd look, he began to fulfill her second demand. "The island was never meant for children to actually live on. By doing so, I broke the rules and this is the price I pay. As you said, when the sand runs out, the magic sustaining my youth will run out, and I will die."
She frowned. "What about all the Lost Boys? There has to be a way around it." She said the last part mostly to herself. Pan sighed. He hadn't planned on going into so much detail, still uncertain on where he stood with the captain's sister (even after the previous night).
"All of the boys will die as well, because all the magic will leave, reserved only for those who visit in their dreams." She gaped at this information. How could Pan damn those children, innocent boys, to that fate knowingly. As she looked at him searchingly, she could see the shame and guilt on his features.
"There was a cure I found, after years of searching." Momentarily forgetting the Lost Boys, she perked up. "A heart, from a boy. It is the heart of the Truest Believer. If I obtain it, I can have unparalleled power and be truly immortal. All the boys will live, and Neverland will be renewed to her former power."
"Neal?" she asked, dread filling her at the thought of sending away his only chance to live. Pan shook his head. "The boy has yet to be born. I have employees ready at any moment to get and collect him at first chance."
While she didn't like the sound of that, she felt her resolve thicken. "And what will become of this boy?" Pan looked hesitant to answer. "It will be a trade. My life for his. Despite common belief, I don't particularly like it, but it is in my best interest."
Reyna surveyed him, considering his words. "You're a right selfish bastard. Did you know that, Pan?" she asked, making Pan wince and avoid her eyes. She sighed. "But," his head snapped up in surprise, meeting her softened eyes, "whatever I can do to help, it's yours." Her voice was determined, but gentle. She didn't fully understand it herself, but she would be damned if she let the boy who had captured her heart die.
She heard the cheering as she was led above deck by Regina, who was looking unhappy about the fact that Henry was walking ahead with Emma. She fell in line behind the others, her face scrunched at the light that was shining down, the sun hurting her eyes and making her see spots.
She followed Regina down the ramp, followed by a large group of boys led by an angry blond with a scar. She couldn't help but look back at him, that small part in the back of her mind telling her that they were connected somehow. Everyone was reuniting, hugging and talking, and she chose to stand away from the crowd, though no one looked like they recognized her as they did her 'parents', so she wasn't keen on believing what Regina told her.
After the large group of boys, a much smaller group, compromised of about five, stepped off. They looked fearfully towards the blond before scurrying off, talking excitedly about having a home. Feeling her stomach churn at the mention of this being her home, she turned and met the eyes of the blond boy, who was staring at her peculiarly, almost in longing and anger.
She quickly turned away, looking back at the ship to see a woman with a bun, a young blonde girl, one who looked a mess, and dark haired man clad in all leather. A pirate, she thought. She felt even worse at the sight of the man, alarms going off in the back of her mind. She also felt less than pleasant thoughts towards the girl, who met her eyes and cowered away, shaking violently. If not for the woman in the bun, Reyna doubted the younger girl would have gotten off the boat.
She turned to Regina, who was glaring at the happy people, beside her. "How old am I?" she asked, having been asleep until they arrived. Regina looked at her warily, not happy that she was being questioned, but she answered nonetheless. "Sixteen." While Regina was certain that she was older than that, from what she had heard from Captain Guyliner, she was physically sixteen. Reyna nodded, her eyebrows pulled together, considering the new information.
Not far from her, she heard Mary-Margaret say, "How are you feeling?" Looking up, she saw 'her mother' looking up at David with a bright smile. "Pretty good, actually. I think the water must be working." That confused her, what water? "Aye, it is," the pirate said, looking down at his feet, "Dreamshade overtook my brother the minute we left Neverland." Dreamshade? She mouthed. From the sounds of it, it didn't sound pleasant, especially at the mention of needing a cure, but for some reason, the back of her mind told her she shouldn't be happy that 'her father' was going to be cured.
"And we owe a lot of it to her!" she heard Snow call, looking up at the same time Regina did to see the crowd staring flabbergasted at the woman. Reyna looked at the faces, trying to find someone that she recognized. Her eyes only seemed to go back to the crowd of scolding boys or Henry, both of which made butterflies erupt in her stomach and send her mind into overdrive. She really needed to remember.
She tuned into another conversation, turning to where 'Gold', her father, and a young brunette woman (who was wound around Gold's arm) stood staring at the blackened sail. "So what about that shadow?" her father asked. Gold stared up at it in disgust. "Don't worry, it's trapped. Just as it was in the candle. The only person who can free it is safely in here," Gold said, raising the box that he had trapped Peter? Pan? She wasn't sure what his name was. "Or has her memories missing," he added as an afterthought.
Her eyes widened slightly. Was he talking about her? As far as she knew, she was the only one suffering from memory loss. She looked up at the dark sail, which seemed to be calling to her. Could she control whatever was inside? She was brought out of her thoughts due to movement to her right.
Looking over, she spotted Henry making his way to the scarred blond, who stood slightly away from the other boys (except for the five that had run off to who knows where). She watched in interest as the talked, she had been under the impression (from the cold shoulder the others gave them) that they were on opposing sides. However, it became apparent that they weren't.
"Hey. Mom! Dad! What about Felix and the other boys? They're still free!" His shouts caught the attention of six that had been in conversation. She assumed that he was calling towards Regina and the brunette man, but when Emma looked up, she was even more confused. And what had so many young boys done that was so bad? The youngest looked to be about six, and he was being restrained by a taller boy behind him, though his small hands were outstretched towards her.
The tall blond looked confused as he leaned towards Henry, both whispering about something. The six stormed over to the group. "Henry's right. We can't just let them walk away freely," Regina said, looking the group up and down. Her father, not looking happy about it, nodded. "We have plenty of cell space for them."
Her eyes widened. They were going to lock them up. Before she could stop herself, she ran forward, grabbing David's arm before he could grab the blond. "Stop! They are just kids. You can't seriously be considering locking them up!" David looked both repulsed and sad as he stared at her, the former almost making her flinch. "Are you bloody mental? That is no quality of life!"
Regina's lip curled at her, and Emma looked at her sadly while pulling Henry to her side. The others remained quiet as she silently challenged David with her eyes.
Snow stepped forward. "She's right. Most of them probably didn't know what they were doing; they don't know anything out besides Pan's corrupt way of life. We can't blame them for that. Felix, he knew what he was doing, and he should face the consequences, but not the others."
David stared at his wife for a second in some sort of silent communication before nodding and pushing Reyna aside. He grabbed Felix and began marching him off. Regina turned on Snow. "And just what do you plan on doing with the rest of them?"
Pan helped her from the boat, ensuring she was stable as she looked a little green. "Can you find your way back to camp? I have a few more stops to make by myself." Nodding dumbly, she moved to enter the forest, blindly walking in the general direction of the camp.
She couldn't stop thinking about Pan dying. She had admitted, if only to herself, that she had feelings for the boy, and she was now worried that she had messed up his only chance to live. She shook her head, consciously making herself focus on getting through the forest.
She couldn't help but notice that sky seemed a lot clearer, and the plants seemed greener and less overgrown or shrub like. She smiled, thinking that Neverland was actually quite beautiful. She couldn't help but compare it to how it had been only days earlier. She had to admit that she liked the sun a whole lot more, and that it was much prettier now that it had light. Unlike most girls, she liked the green with the occasional splash of color, instead of constant colors and flowers. She liked the trees and wished she went for walks more often.
She could hear talking not far off, and she quickened her pace to get to camp, going straight towards the fire where Felix sat, cooking breakfast (almost like when she had left him the night before). She sat down beside him, making him look up. A smirk appeared on his face as he looked at her.
"You didn't," he said, his tone both teasing and accusing.
She was honestly confused. "What are you going on about?"
Felix rolled his eyes and snorted. "You and Pan. I didn't think you would ever get around to that."
She flushed as she caught on to what he was talking about. "I can't say I know what you're talking about, Felix."
Felix simply shrugged. "Fine. So you weren't ever jealous of Wendy?"
She pulled a face, looking sick, but quickly fixed her expression. "Of course not. Why would I be?" Her tone was more abrasive than she meant for it to be.
Felix shook his head, amused. "You must be hungry. You never came back to camp for dinner."
She was doing a fairly good impression of a tomato by then, but she still replied, only choking for a second. "Starving, but with you cooking? I can wait." Felix glared, about to retort, but was cut off by Reyna's laughter. "Seriously though, give me some food."
Felix rolled his eyes again, but served her a plate, giving her the vegetarian portion he had made just for her. He had a feeling right after she left with Pan what was going to happen, and when neither returned his suspicions were confirmed. He had made sure to make her meal first, knowing she didn't like to eat meat.
He was worried that she would get hurt. He had been with Pan the longest, and while he knew a few of the boy's dark secrets, Felix knew that Pan could make a catastrophic mistake, completely on accident of course, and get himself killed, or he would become angry and blow up without thinking of the consequences, and Reyna would be crushed. He knew that Reyna's feelings were stronger than she would admit, but he didn't want to see his little sister (as he saw her) get hurt.
She was lead from the docks, much to her relief, by Snow. "Your father will meet us back at the house. Regina suggested putting you into a familiar setting to see if it jogs your memory." Reyna nodded, not bothering to argue. She was led through the small town, Snow pointing out different sights as though Reyna should know what they were. She couldn't help but get the feeling that Snow was nervous, she kept fiddling with her hands, and lying, she seemed to take too long to answer any of Reyna's questions.
Snow didn't like Regina's plan. Nor did she feel that she should have to care for the girl, though she did feel bad. She definitely didn't like lying or keeping secrets. But she had to trust the ex-Evil Queen, and Emma seemed to think it was a good plan. She trusted her daughter's opinion. It would be tomorrow that Regina would give them her fake memories. She could manage until then.
Reyna examined the town, not feeling a hint of recognition, not even that ungraspable amount that her mind provided her when she met the people on the ship. It was very frustrating and only made her more suspicious. She had passed by a window and caught a look at her reflection. Long pitch-black hair, vibrant violet eyes, short and skinny and pale. She quickly looked away, not wanting to see it. She did, however, notice that there was no resemblance (minus the dark hair, but hers was still darker) between her and her parents.
Mary-Margaret led her to an apartment building, into a loft on the second floor. It was large, the walls and décor mostly white, reminding Reyna of an asylum. She had lived here? And not gone insane? It had two floors, a small kitchen and lounge area, and an open room right beside. "That's mine and your father's. The kitchen, the living room, and upstairs is the bathroom and Henry's, Emma's, and no- your room."
Reyna caught the slip of tongue, had she been about to say 'now'? She shrugged it off and followed the woman up the stairs, seeing a second living space and four doors lining the wall in different areas. She vaguely heard as Snow told her which room was which, and simply followed her into one of them, committing the entire lay-out to memory. It didn't feel like home, and she wasn't sure that it ever would.
She was sitting in a booth in Granny's Diner, looking around with blank eyes. Everyone was celebrating, much to her displeasure, drinking and talking. She was staring at Henry from over Emma's shoulders, trying to place the unwarranted feelings. Her hands were shaking as she grasped the burning hot mug of hot chocolate that Snow had given her, deep in her mind. She was jerked from her thoughts with a violent jump that resulted in her being covered in her scalding drink, by the small boy who she had seen tugging on her sleeve.
"Bloody hell," she swore quietly, looking over at the boy who suddenly looked fearful. "I'm sorry, Reyna!" he said, just as another boy came up behind him, the same one that had held him back earlier. "Sorry, about... my little brother," the older boy said, looking at her sadly. She smiled down at the younger boy first before offering the same to the older. She stood up, the older boy several inches taller than her, shaking her head. "It isn't a problem. I should have been more careful. I'm Reyna," she said with an offer of her hand, "Have we met before?"
The little boy looked heartbroken. "Don't you remember us?" he shouted, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly. She had to admit that it felt normal, though she should have been pushing him off. She shook her head sadly. "If I had met you before, I wouldn't know it now. I'm very sorry." She felt like she had let the boy down, and that wasn't something she wanted.
The older boy nodded, looking grim, but pried the younger boy off of her. "Sorry about him. I'm Nibs, and this is Tootles," he said kindly, offering her a hand to shake. She took it with a smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Nibs, Tootles." She punctuated that sentence by lovingly ruffling Tootles hair. "I'd love to chat, but I should probably go and clean up. Do you know where a bathroom is?" Both boys shook their heads.
She sighed, and with a wave she set off to find someone who could tell her. Everyone seemed cold towards her and the boys like Nibs and Tootles while they all seemed ecstatic to see her parents. Wouldn't they be happy to see her as well? Something wasn't adding up.
She walked uncomfortably out of the bathroom in a pair of red shorts and a white blouse, both pretty revealing and large on her small frame, that she had gotten from the nice waitress, who smiled at her sympathetically and offered her any help while she was adjusting. She had watched with a smile as the same woman offered the young boys food and drinks while the older woman behind the counter glared at the back of her head.
She tore her gaze away in time to see the pirate from earlier sliding in across from her. She raised an eyebrow in question. Over his shoulder, she could see the boys' (from just a few minutes ago) and Henry's eyes narrow. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up straight and her muscles coiled to run. She forced herself to calm down, why was she reacting like this?
"Can I help you… sir?" She wasn't sure how to address him. The man winced. "Aye, it is my understanding that you are suffering from amnesia." Reyna nodded hesitantly. "And this helps you how?" The man stared at her with sadness, surveying her expression.
Hook was surprisingly not happy to see his little sister. While it has been his dream to get her back (and get revenge on the Dark One) for so long, the way it was completed didn't sit well with him. He wanted her forgiveness, but now she didn't even know of his misdeeds or how he had changed. She didn't know of their relations and, from what he understands, believes she is a Charming. It was odd to hear her accent back full force as well, considering how it had faded after years of being around Lost Boys.
He, though he would never admit it, thought that there was a dead look in her eyes, one that hadn't been there the last time her saw her. He wondered, though it was all theory, if it was because of the memory loss. He, however, feared the worse. She was suffering because she no longer knew Pan. While he wasn't happy about it, he had heard the way Tink said to leave them be. How she tried to say they were making a grave mistake by messing with the love the two shared.
"I'm Killian Jones. We knew each other before this tragedy. I taught you how to sail." His sister looked at him skeptically. It was the truth, though he hadn't done it for her. Her eyes glazed over slightly, emotions flashing in them, only to settle on the dead look once more. She offered a hand, a small smile.
"Reyna Nolan, though I guess you already knew that." He wondered if she would have still used Jones if she still remembered or if she changed it to Pan. Or perhaps she didn't use one at all anymore. "Aye, lass. That I did." He frowned. He wanted his sister back; she wasn't usually this meek or polite. She had been a more no nonsense type of gal with quite the tongue and temper. He would rather have her hate him, not this empty shell.
Standing, he offered a nod and a kind farewell. He had a few requests for the Evil Queen.
Felix nearly yelped, girlishly at that, at the feeling of his hammock shifting, nearly tipping him over the side. Rolling around, he found Reyna climbing in next to him. There were tear steaks down her cheeks. Sitting up slightly, he pulled her into his side, concern radiating from him.
What's wrong?" he asked, knowing that she should have been staying with Pan. She sniffled quietly, turning to face ahead though one of her arms rested on Felix's chest, the other resting above her stomach. "Peter and I got into a row."
Felix wasn't surprised. The two had been together (officially, Felix was more than happy, that on again off again shit killed him) for several months now, and Felix was used to the pattern. While he could see how much they both loved the other, neither was willing to put their ego or pride aside, resulting in many fights. "What about this time?" The majority of their fights were often pointless, in Felix's opinion at least.
"Killian."
Ah. That was the one (that's an exaggeration) answer that made Felix grind his teeth. He hated that pirate more than anything (another hyperbole) and it was common for fighting to break out with him back on the island. Felix had even joined in on a screaming match about him.
"And what makes this time different?" He wanted all the information first, though he knew this was bigger than the pirate. She had never cried after their arguments before.
Reyna sighed prior to jumping into an explanation. "Everything was fine until he brought up the pirate." She had stopped calling him her brother after Felix had taken the position. "Said something along the lines of finally catching him and giving him what he deserves for what he's done to us." Felix knew that when she said us, she meant all the Lost Boys and Neverland as a whole. "While I hate the bloke, I don't want him dead, especially not killed by Peter."
Felix nodded. While Reyna had found out the hard way about Pan's violent tendencies and that she had some of her own, he knew that she wouldn't want to kill just anyone. "So, we started arguing, and one thing led to another, and I was informed a certain prisoner that Pe- Pan has been keeping. He ran off as soon as I tried to take off his bloody head, and I came here."
Felix felt his anger rising, realizing what Reyna was implying. He had told Pan that it wasn't a good idea to keep the Wendy secret from her, and it would only be worse the longer they were together. He, obviously, didn't listen.
She had trailed off, trying to muffle a sob in vain, turning to bury her face into Felix's shoulder, her body trembling with grief.
She had managed to evade, with Felix's help, Pan for an entire week. Of course, her luck couldn't continue forever.
She had been walking back from collecting food for dinner that night when a pair of hands snatched her, one clamping over her mouth. She was pinned against a tree, her arms above her head, her struggles useless, when she came face to face with Pan. He looked disheveled, and she couldn't stop the worry she felt, though it quickly became the anger she had kept bottled up.
"You've been avoiding me," Pan said, his face falling at the statement.
"I hadn't noticed. Why, in the gods' names, would I do that? Hmmm, Pan? Do tell," she spat snarkily, making him cringe, his eyes flashing with hurt when she had called him Pan. She couldn't be bothered to apologize for the pain they had caused him, it was nothing compared to the torment she had been put through the last week.
"It isn't what you make it out to be. You have no rea-"
"No reason! If you came to blame me for this, then get the hell out of here, feed your bullshit to someone who actually cares! Run back to your mistress why don't you? Maybe she'll kiss it all better. We both know that you like running from your problems that you have no problem abandoning the people that care about you." It was low, below the belt, but she didn't care. She was hurt that he had kept the blonde bitch from her, and she was hurt that he seemed to think that this was her fault or that she was overreacting (she was, if only slighty).
"If you could have been bothered, instead of wallowing in self-pity, to find out, I'm not shagging Wendy. Never would defile myself in such a horrendous way," his tone was low and dangerous, and Reyna stared up in shock, "Why would I anyways? I thought I had the one person I wanted, but maybe I was wrong. At least the first time around I was abandoning someone I cared for in return." He didn't mean it. He loved her, but he wasn't good at controlling his temper, and this week had been hell for him, and to add insult to injury, her words cut deep.
Tears flooded her eyes against her will, but she quickly blinked them back, her face contorting and becoming red, borderline purple. "Well, it's a good thing you finally told me, wouldn't want to waste anymore of your precious time." She pulled her hands from his grip, shoving past him. He reached out, catching her arm before she could get far and pulling her back towards him.
Before he could speak, she was shouting again. "Dammit! Let me go! Don't you see this will never work? We were doomed from the start! We don't make each other happy, fine! But don't force me to suffer any longer! Please! I can't take it anymore! You… I… We're done. Just, just leave me be! I want to get out of this hell while I still have a chance."
She spun around, heading into the forest as quickly as possible, tears threatening to fall. She hated Pan and Wendy and her brother. Most of all, she hated herself.
She leaned on her elbows, her chin resting on her arms, as she stared out the window of her new room. If she thought about it, there was nothing about the room that was personalized, as the others she had seen were, and it did not scream 'home' to her.
Her eyes were locked on the docks, more specifically the blackened sail of the Jolly Roger. She was trying to think of her connection to all of this, Gold's words from earlier floating through her mind. She narrowed her eyes, concentrating hard on the sail. Gold had said something about a shadow, and she could only assume it had been her he was talking about, alongside Peter. Or was it Pan? She shook her head, returning all her focus to the proud ship. Come on, she thought, a shadow is there somewhere, it has to be. She could feel her head begin to pound, feeling as though her skull was cracking in half.
And then, as quick as it had come, all the pressure left as though she had released her grip on the rope that was pulling something ten times her own weight. Gasping for breath, she pulled herself back into a sitting position and crawled over to the window. She examined the night sky, a large smirk appearing on her face as she spotted that all the fabric was white. "Yes!" she cheered triumphantly, jumping to her feet with a fist raised.
Remembering that the others were asleep, and yawning herself, she tiptoed quietly to the bed, getting under the covers (something felt weird about sleeping in the bed), and drifting off into a restless sleep.
Across the town, in a large mansion, Pan (in Henry's body) had just been bid goodnight by the Evil Queen. He glowered at the spot she had once been. Above all, he blamed her for his current predicament. Turning to the window, he opened it, looking out. He was just about to call his shadow when there was a movement in the dark sky. Raising an eyebrow, the dark figure stopped to hover outside, its eyes glowing yellow.
"Orders, Pan?" it requested in its grating baritone voice. It wasn't hard to connect the dots as to how the shadow was there. "Reyna, how did she release you?"
"I cannot say." Pan glared, waving his hand dismissively.
"You know what to do." With a nod, the shadow took off into the sky.
Random flickers of images flashed behind her eyelids. A large tree. A ship. Bright blue eyes. Opaque black liquid. A hand raised. An island. A boy. A campfire. A hammock. Some were more detailed, like one of her and Felix. Or of her and Peter/Pan (she wasn't sure on the boy's identity). The pirate leaning over her, a bottle of rum in hand. A man with a red beanie dragging her to the edge of a ship. A mermaid pulling her into the sea. None of them made sense. It was like they were floating just out of reach, no matter how close she got. Peter smiling down at her. A giant hourglass filled with golden sand. Peter kissing her. A boy with dark brown eyes staring up at her with fear, a coconut clutched in his hands. A tree house of some sorts.
She woke with a start, feeling liquid on her face. She raised a hand to find tears leaking from her eyes. "Bloody hell. What's that about?" She couldn't recall her dream(s), but she felt lost. It was the best term for the feeling. She scrubbed her face. She needed to remember. She needed to be found.