Alice's wide eyes took in every little detail of the island below her. It was a bit smaller than she had expected it to be, but that didn't matter.

"This is nothing like Wonderland," Alice thought to herself, "But it's nothing like home, either." Peter's loud and excited voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Well, where do you want me to take you to first?" Alice wanted to explore the entire island. She wanted to take in every minor detail of it, from its tall, green trees in the forests, to its golden grains of sand on the beach. Who knows, maybe there's creatures similar to those of Wonderland lurking in the forests. Maybe she might find another stubborn flamingo that she could play croquet with, or flowers that could not only talk, but sing too.

"I want to explore it all, Peter. I don't mind where we go first. You can decide because after all, you do know the island better than me," Alice told him. Peter grinned and took Alice's hand in his own.

"I know where we can go. I'll take you to meet the Lost Boys." Alice's grin matched Peter's and the pair of them leaped from the puffy cloud and flew, the island becoming bigger and bigger as they came closer and closer.

Peter and Alice landed near a tree that was around four times as tall as Alice, and eight times as wide. Alice's hand was still firmly grasping Peter's, even after their feet had touched the ground. She still wasn't getting used to the concept of flying from place to place, so she tended to get a tiny bit scared. She didn't show it, of course and Peter's love for speed didn't help her fear much, either.

"This is Hangman's tree," Peter informed her, pointing to the large tree before them, "This is where me and the Lost Boys live." Alice's eyes scanned over the tree. She noticed that there were small holes in the sides of tree. Windows, perhaps

Before Alice had a chance to respond to Peter, he scooped her up, one arm under her legs and the other under her back and zoomed to the top of tree.

"What are you-"Alice didn't get to finish her sentence because Peter had released his grip on her and she was sent tumbling down through the shaft of tree. Before she had the chance to cry out, she came in contact with a soft but firm surface. Lifting her head slightly, and brushing her blonde hair from out of her eyes, she saw that she had landed on a bed. From above, she heard a familiar chime of bells and a hearty laugh. Tilting her head back, she saw that Peter and his little fairy, Tinkerbell, were laughing at her. Alice scowled at them both before sitting up straight, crossing her arms and tilting her nose up slightly. These were gestures she only ever done when she was angry or frustrated.

"That wasn't very funny," Alice snapped. Peter's feet touched the ground and he seemed to have calmed down, although the ghost of a grin was still plastered on his face.

"Yes it was. You should've seen your face," Peter's face contorted into over-exaggerated surprise, his green eyes widened and his mouth formed the shape of an 'O'. Alice's cheeks turned scarlet as Peter began to laugh again.

"Didn't you say there was someone else living here?" Alice asked over Peter's giggles, desperately wanting to change the subject, "Because it doesn't exactly look like it." Alice's hand made a sweeping gesture towards the few empty beds and hammocks.

"They'll be back shortly," Peter waved her off. He slumped down into a large chair, almost like a throne at the other end of the room. Tinkerbell followed and perched herself on the arm. As if on cue whoops, yells and laughter could be heard outside. Alice's blue eyes widened as people began to jump through the holes she thought were windows earlier. Alice noticed that they were all boys and there wasn't a single girl among them. They were not much younger than her and none of them seemed to have noticed her. They were all too busy making their way over to Peter.

"We were hunting bears," One of them said. He had a slight build and a very high pitched voice, higher than Alice's even.

"You should've come with us, Peter," Another one of them said and the rest of them yelled in agreement. Alice winced at their volume. One of the younger ones, turned his head and noticed Alice sitting on the bed at the other end of the rom. He let out a small gasp of surprise and pointed in her direction.

"Who's that?" He asked and six other heads, including Peter's turned towards her.

"Oh you mean her? That's Alice," Peter informed them, jabbing his thumb in her direction. Alice uncrossed her arms and waved. She didn't receive any waves back. The boys still wore matching looks of confusion.

"Why is she here?" Another voice asked. Alice didn't see who had asked it.

"I thought she could tell us stories." Peter shrugged his shoulders, "What d'ya say Alice?" The corners of Alice's mouth tugged upward as she thought of the idea. She could tell them stories of Wonderland; stories of the rabbit and his pocket watch, stories of playing croquet with the Queen of Hearts and using flamingos as mallets, stories of celebrating her unbirthday with the Mad Hatter and the March Hare.

"I'd love to!" She replied and a chorus of whoops were heard from the group of boys, "I can tell you all stories of Wonderland."

One of the chubbier boys tilted his head.

"What's Wonderland?"

"Well, Wonderland is a magical place. It's a world where everything is not as it is because everything is what it isn't. There's talking flowers who also like to sing, flamingos that you can play croquet with, although they are rather stubborn mind and unbirthday parties with an endless supply of tea…"

Peter and the Lost Boys were sat on the floor with looks of pure interest etched onto their faces, listening intently as Alice launched into a story of how she ended up celebrating her unbirthday at the Mad Hatter's and the March Hare's tea party.