Chapter 3
Meanwhile, back in London, Wendy is returning to her bedroom after supper. Already in her nightgown, Wendy moves to her dresser to place her most prized possession in her treasure box: Peter's 'kiss'. Looking at herself in the mirror, Wendy thought sadly But of course he didn't love me. If he had, he would have visited me by now. I bet he forgot all about me, and besides, he hated even the thought of love. Even if he does learn to like love, he doesn't need me, with princess Tigerlily to keep him company…and she burst into tears whispering "Peter, oh Peter".
She did not know that across the hall in the nursery, John and Michael were talking about her.
"She misses Peter more than the rest of us put together" Argued John "She loved him. Remember what happened when she kissed him?"
"I try not to." Shuddered Michael. He was still not too fond of the idea of kissing. "But yeah. You could tell how happy it made both of them."
"I know, I mean I remember when Tigerlily kissed me…" he stopped talking when he saw Michael's face. He looked disgusted. "Don't give me that look, if we ever go to Neverland again maybe YOU will get some kissing done yourself. Its not that bad you know." Michael shook his head. "Anyway, we were discussing Wendy, not kissing."
"What can we do to make her feel better? We can't reach Peter and he hasn't come back to hear stories." Asked Michael.
"Wendy doesn't tell us any more stories remember? I suspect it's because it makes her think of Peter Pan. But I do wonder if Peter misses her as terribly." John said more to himself than Michael.
Michael sighed. Talking about their sister was tiresome, and half the things John said, Michael couldn't understand. He did miss Wendy's stories, they made everything so fun. And since the lost boys had come to live with them, the demand for stories had grown. But Wendy hardly did anything these days except sit in her room and cry. Wondering over all this made him fall fast asleep. It was nice and quiet, since only other person who slept in this room was John. The lost boys had split themselves in other rooms as they were all more comfortable with this arrangement. John, meanwhile, was still pondering over what he called 'The Peter/Wendy Problem'.
Thonk! John sat up, alarmed by the sudden noise. He grabbed his wooden sword with shaking hands and aimed it at the window. It was sliding open, and John could see the shadow of a small person, about Wendy's size accompanied by a small light. John smiled and laid down listening.
"Wendy?"