I don't own anything it all belongs to the amazing J M Barrie, without whom Peter and Neverland would not exist. Please R&R – Much love Erika-Jayne

Chapter Eight.

Now you may be thinking that Samantha, Christopher and Robert have only spent half a day in Neverland and you would not be wrong. For time within Neverland is different to the time for you and I. For Mr and Mrs Darling two whole days had passed since their children disappeared and life could not have been worse. When they arrived back from the party they saw from the street that the children's window was open. They did not really think it was that strange for the room was quite warm on summer nights. They came in quietly and Mrs Darling headed upstairs to look in on her children and make sure they weren't having any bad dreams. She silently opened the bedroom door, a skill that only mothers have. The sight that greeted her made her stomach fall in to her delicate shoes.

The covers on all the beds were lopsided and where her children should be sleeping there was nothing.

"Roger!" Her voice unsteady and full of panic, after a moment she heard him running up the stairs. He burst into the room behind her.

"Jenifer what's happened?" He did not take his eyes of his wife.

"The children are gone." Said her voice now just barely above a whisper. Roger turned and looked around the room; nothing seemed out of place until he saw three light brown leaves by the open window. Slowly he picked one up and gently ran it across his cheek, he breathed in deeply taking in the scent of the leaf.

"Roger, where are they?" Jenifer said as she knelt beside her husband.

"I think I know. But it's just mad!" Roger mumbled to himself. "I have this weird feeling that I know exactly where they have gone. Like every child in this house before them."

"Roger what are you talking about?" Jenifer asked her mind was all over the place. Roger stood and sat on the window seat and placed his head in his hands. Jenifer sat beside him and just waited for his explanation. After a few moments he let out a sigh and tried to find the right words.

"You know J M Barrie wrote Peter and Wendy in 1911 but it was a stage show in 1904." Roger said in a way that Jenifer knew it wasn't actually a question. "He was very good friends with my family in the early 1900's. Anyway getting to the point, Wendy was 12 the first time she went to Neverland, she had many trips there. She was 18 in 1902 and told her stories to J M Barrie who changed some bits and made it into a book and a play."

"Roger what does that have to do with our children." Jenifer said trying so hard not to let her frustration show.

"The Darlings have lived in this house since the 1800's and each child even me and my brother and sister went to Neverland. It's like a rite of passage for Darling children. I shouldn't have told Samantha that she was moving in to the other room."

"So they have gone to Neverland?" Jenifer could not really believe what he was saying.

"Yes."

"You do realise how mad you sound. I cannot believe that they have gone to Neverland. I just want my children back, now." Jenifer said her voice getting more and more irate.

"Believe what you want but these leaves are definitive proof that he was here." Roger said twisting the leaf in his fingers.

"Well I am going to call the police." Jenifer said as she stood.

So for the past two days the police have been searching the streets of London looking for three children, who they will not find no matter how hard they look. Jenifer has been sitting in the front room waiting for the moment she would hear her children's voices coming up the path and then them bursting through the door. Roger on the other hand has been sitting in the window seat in the children's bed room. At this moment he is asleep with a copy of Peter Pan in his arms, since the children had left he read Peter Pan from cover to cover many times. Just hoping to find the answer for him to find his children or find the door to Neverland. Sadly at the moment his efforts had been in vain.