Was Peter Pan a real boy? Perhaps he was just a dream, a figment of her imagination. Wendy told herself this, night after night. But for some unknown reason, she still waited by the window, hoping to see him one last time, just to convince herself that somewhere in the universe, the boy who never grew up still existed.
One night, just as she was drifting off to sleep right on the window sill, a shadow flew across the sky, disappearing at the second star on the right. It was just a shadow, and yet, it was so much more.