The first day back Peter spent some time wandering around the docks trying to remember the way to Wendy's house. But the more and more time he spent there he remembered that he was in London, not in his tropical paradise, and the dampness and increasing chill reminded him of that. One of the necessities that had to be taken care of was the finding of proper clothes. With the help of Tink, they stole some clothes off a line. After a few more hours of wandering around He had gone the right way, he was sure about it, but ended up at a strange house that seemed to tug at his memory for no apparent reason. A man in his late thirties with a humongous dog stood gaping at him for a while as if he might be someone he knew but was not quite sure. After a few moments he retreated into his house. Peter was by then exhausted he had been walking all day, something he rarely did. I'll just sit down here, he thought, then I'll wait until dark then I'll go and find Wendy's house. He sat down under a tree and woke up the next day still under it. He sighed and walked back towards the way he had arrived the previous night. He has sure that she lived around here somewhere.

He once again stopped next to the same house that had drawn his attention yesterday. As he looked up at it, the man living next door walked up to the curve to get his morning paper.

"Are you lost young man? If you wish I could give you directions." T

he first sentence bothered Peter but not as much as it might once have. "Actually it would be helpful if…" He stopped his stomach had just growled so loudly that even the man, a few feet away has able to hear it over the twittering of birds. The man smiled.

"Would you like it if I gave you breakfast?" Peter grinned and nodded, "If you would be so kind." The man led him towards the house. See Peter had never been taught not to go into a strangers' house as you or I might have, but even if had been a precautious boy, he would have gone in, he was starving, and any stranger that offered him food was a good stranger by his account.

"Oh by the way," the man turned abruptly making peter crash into him, "Opps sorry. I'm James Barry."

He extended his hand and Peter shook it, forgetting that his hands where nothing short of filthy. "Peter." But the man, or Mr. Barry now that he had a name, didn't seem to mind. In fact he appeared very lenient on the manners area, probably to excuse himself from his own behavior which included sticking his feet on the table, humming and singing loudly, feeding his dog scraps from his plate, and reading out loud random excerpts from the newspaper all while Peter ate. It wasn't until after Peter had eaten his second helping of scrambled eggs and was chugging down his third glass of apple juice that Mr. Barry asked, "So what was what you had wanted to ask me?"

"Oh, Mr. Barry I-"

"Don't call me that, call me Jimbo or Jimmy or Jim or whichever you please, as long as it's not Barry." He had already figured out that Mr. Barry was one of those odd grown ups that tended to be kind of weird. Peter wondered if Mr. Barry wanted him to call him Jimbo, or Jimmy, or Jim, or the whole thing put together.

"Well, err… Jim, I was wondering whether you might know the directions to the…" he struggled to remember the children's last name, "the Darlings house." The words came to Peter, surprisingly enough, from Tinker Bell, who had been hiding in Peters pocket since the day before.

"Of course I do. Everyone does, the daughter is a kind of apprentice of mine. The quickest way is to…" Jim/James/Jimmy/Jimbo/ lets just call him James for the rest of the story, gave Peter a set of directions on how to get to Wendy's house, after which receiving, Peter set off, but not before thanking James and petting the big dog (Porthos he was named) . James waved goodbye through his window.

Peter waved back and walked around the neighborhood until he found a specified path through Kensington Park and reached Wendy's house unexpectedly after a random fork in the trail. Tink flew up to the window and reported that only the mother and aunt were home. Everyone must be at school. He decided to wander around in the park for a little bit, and got a little bit lost.

By the time he got back, all the boys were in the nursery, and Wendy was throwing her tantrum. Peter flew to the upstairs window to say hi to the boys and was greeted with a strange sight. Nibs was going about the room with one of the twins tiding things up, while the other sat in a circle playing a board game with John, Michael, and Curly. Slightly was off on his own, reading a book that looked much too big and complicated for him, but even from here Peter could see that the boys brow was furrowed in concentration, his lips mouthing the words silently.

But something was missing. Peter frowned as his eyes swept the scene. No it's not something, he thought, it's somebody.

Just before he could start to panic, he noticed Tootles already fast asleep on one of the bunks. Peter sighed in relief. A cookie had fallen out of his hand and the cleaning twin, thinking that he and Nibs were having a race to see who could clean the most, did not notice it as he ran by and consequently slipped on it, tumbling into his other self who kicked John in the face, who fell into Michael who accidently elbowed Curly in the gut, while the first twin's outstretched leg tripped Nibs who, not wanting to miss out on the action had been running full pelt towards the commenced fight. He collided with slightly who had also been running this way and had also been tripped by the other twins' foot. When one boy was hit he grabbed his neighbor, whether it had been him or not that had dealt the original injury and continued to pound him. Tootles simply rolled over.

Peter grinned. Some things just never changed. He quietly flung open the window and stepped inside then closed it again before the draft could come in.

After another minute or so, Tootles could no longer ignore the escalating racket and threw the covers off himself. When they came down, there before his very eyes stood Peter Pan. To a groggled Tootles it seemed like he had just popped out of nowhere. "Aghh!" He yelled, after all it had been years since he had seen the figure in front of him.

However no one heard him. He turned around to face the fight. "I said AHH!" Still no response. Peter stepped up,"Hello-o", he said. Nothing. Tootles gave Peter a helpless look, "It's a miracle it took all that time for the old hideout to be discovered." Peter nodded his head in agreement, "At least it was nice and warm in Neverland most of the time unlike….hold on a minute. I've changed my mind about something." Peter pulled open the window and after a few seconds, a gust of frigid air rushed inside. Peter stood up on the window seat and yelled "HE SAID QUIT FIGHTING YOU BUNCH OF LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHING SCUM BAGS." A hush fell over the room and the entire house as Wendy's rant ended.

The lost boys' heads turned to the open window and then mouths had dropped. A few of the older ones had begun to doubt if Peter hadn't been some fancy of their imagination, but they had always dismissed it quickly if it ever occurred to them. There was just way to much proof, too many memories for it to not have been. And now another manifestation, here in front of them he was once again, renewing their faith.

"PETER!"

They all rushed to him and scooped him up in hugs handshakes and questions all at once.

"Pete my old chap how nice to see you again"

"Everyone look its Tink that just come in."

"Came in."

"You shouldn't speak in fragments either."

"We've missed you so much Peter,"

"Where've you been mate?"

"Why haven't you come and seen us?"

"Have you brought us anything?"

"As a matter of fact I have."

Cheers all around. Then they all shushed each other as they heard Wendy's footsteps in the hall. They went past.

"I have a surprise for her later. Tootles, for being the first to notice me, you get the first present." He gave Tootles a little turtle shaped box the size of small child's thumb. Peter smiled at him when he thanked him and began to speak again and continued to pass out his gifts. "I've lots to tell you all," He handed them out himself, the objects that he had so carefully been counting over and over since he left Nederland to make sure that they were all still there. They were little boxes made from tiny colorful rocks from the bottom of mermaid lagoon and he had had the mermaids make them for the boys and they had gladly done so until Peter had told them to do a last one. When they found out it was for Wendy, they refused to make it. So Peter had searched through his hideout until he found a locket.

Now the locket was missing.

"What's wrong peter?" asked Slightly.

"I think I dropped Wendy's present outside. Let me go look for it. Back in a jiffy."

The boys watched for a moment as Peter dived down to the ground and began to search.

Another draft blew in though and they retreated from the window."

"Brr," said Curly, "lets just close the window he'll still be able to get in." The boys agreed and sat down to tinker with their little boxes as Michael pulled down the window.

He was just hopping down from the window seat when he heard an exclamation from behind him.

"Oi! These have got pixie dust in them!" Peter hadn't been able to tell them how to open them and Nibs had been playing with his little fox when he had reached into his mouth by accident and managed to open it. All the boys crowded around him as he showed them the glittering powder then demonstrated how to open them by sticking their pinkies into the mouth. In about two seconds they were all ready to dump the whole box on themselves when john stopped them.

"Wait a moment will you! What if we were to actually need this stuff one day and we had none left because we used it up right now?"

"Then we'd be just like normal people," said one of the twins.

"Well I think he might be right," said the other.

"Yes suppose we were cornered in some dark ally with no where to go but up and our lives depended on it," Put in Michael.

Soon they were all putting in their opinions on why they shouldn't use it until no one could remember who was the first to suggest it.

"But a pinch shouldn't hurt if we use it sparingly there is at least an ounce in each of these," said John. He was just about to dust himself with the bit of when a knock came at the door. Wendy's knock.

They glanced at each other in a panic. Should they let her in? They would have gladly done so themselves but Peter said he had wanted to surprise her. Where was Peter anyway? The matter was settled as Wendy let herself in

"Honestly people have no sense of privacy nowadays," said Slightly with his nose turned up in such an imperious manner that it made Wendy giggle. It was cut short when she saw her youngest brother leaning dangerously far out the window.

"Michael! What are you doing?"

"Nothing," He said.

There really was nothing down there. Peter had disappeared

Tune in for the new content that has taken me nearly a year to post next week, after I get out of band camp.