Everything was dark, and I didn't know what was going on. But something was wrong, I could feel it in my body. My heart was pounding and I was just about ready to vomit. "Hello, love," someone said, and breath tickled my ear. "Pan?" I whirled around. Instead I saw the shadow of the pirate called Killian. "Why are you here?!" I cried.

"Look, love, I just want to help." I slapped him. "You can't call me that!"

Killian sighed. "He hasn't totally brainwashed you yet, it hasn't been long enough."

I scoffed, confused. "What could you possibly mean? Pan loves me! I love him, there's no brainwashing!"

Killian smirked. "Alright, if you say so. Why don't you call him Peter?" "What does that have to do with anything?" He shrugged.

"It doesn't." Killian stopped for a moment. The smirk on his face faded. "You can't stay with him. He'll hurt you, like he hurt the girl before you."

I was beginning to get scared. "Wendy?"

He nodded. "Come find me when you can. I'm docked at the island shore."

"Why should I trust you? If he's Peter Pan and has his Lost Boys, if there was a Wendy... who are you?"

The pirate gave a wry smile, and lifted up his left hand. Rather, where his left hand should have been. Instead, there was a shiny metal hook.

"Oh shi-"

"You can call me Captain Hook."

I looked around. There was nothing, just me and the captain. No stars, just blackness. "Where are we?"

"You're dreaming, Jessica. However, that doesn't make it any less real."

"What?!"

I woke up with sun on my face and hands around my waist. Something rested in the crook of my neck. I turned around and saw Pan, sleeping softly. He began to stir. "Mmm, good morning love,"

Captain Hook couldn't possibly be right, could he? How could the man sleeping next to me, so sweet and kind, be brainwashing me? No way.

Leaning so my forehead rested against his, I kissed him on the nose. But he must have seen something in my face, because he sat up and asked me, "What's wrong?"

That was a question I didn't want to answer.

"Is it that pirate?"

I said nothing.

"He comes near you one more time and I'll gut him like a fish, love." Pan held onto me and kissed the top of my head. After a moment or two, he stood up and got dressed. I watched him strip off his nightshirt and put on a fresh tunic. Pan held out a hand to me, and pulled me up from the bed. I looked around for clean clothes to put on. Pan watched, and after a minute or two, handed me a shirt of his own to wear. "We'll find you some things of your own later."

We walked outside. I noticed that the fruit trees in our area had been picked clean. "Should I go outside the gates and find some more?" I asked. Pan laughed. "Ha, no, of course not."

"But why?" I asked him. "I said no!" he snapped back at me. "That's that."

I looked him in the eyes, doing my best to look endearing instead of ridiculous. "Why don't I call you Peter?" I asked him.

Before I knew what had happened, he slapped me across the face. I held my red cheek, and looked at him with tears in my eyes. Pan stared at me for a moment, before walking to the opposite side of the compound. He hadn't hit me since the first time I asked about Wendy...

Harrison walked up to me. Little shit, he was. "That's what Wendy used to call him."