The smell of rain awoke Wendy from blissful sleep. With her eyes still closed, she turned on her side, feeling something hard under her head. This didn't feel like Wendy's bed. She opened her eyes, revealing where she was. She could see a gray sky, and tree limbs all above. Sitting up, Wendy realized she was sleeping against a tree. How in the world did she get here? This shouldn't be where she is. In fact, where was she? Very peculiar, she thought as she stood up. Wendy looked around to see no one. Was this another dream? It must've been. Wendy took a step to see where she was, but slipped down a hole instead. Down, down she went. Usually this was where dreams ended, so Wendy waited for the thud to break her sleep, but didn't hit the ground, but rather something else. "Good morning!" Wendy looked at the face of the person who'd caught her. "Oh! Um, good morning, Peter." This dream was longer than Wendy would've liked, but she had no control over it. Or did she? Peter Pan placed Wendy down gently on the ground. "So," he started "what do you say we do today? Go see the mermaids, visit the Indians, mess with the old codish?" "No, no, and no. Thank you." Peter's face dropped. "Huh? Why not?" Wendy crossed her arms. "Because you are only a dream, and I don't wish to dream of you anymore." Peter wore a confused expression on his face. "You aren't is real!" Wendy wasn't buying it. "Oh, honestly Peter. Now, I'm going to pinch myself, and I will wake up from this silly old dream!" Wendy reached up to pinch her arm. "Ow!" "What'd ya do that for?" Wendy sighed, obviously annoyed. "It usually works." "Why are you so sure this isn't real? You always believed in me. Why not now?" Wendy thought for a moment. She couldn't remember why she didn't believe anymore. Was it because she had come to her senses, or was it because of something else? She couldn't place the reason, and she wasn't going to give Peter the benefit of the doubt. She just stuck her nose up in the air. "That's none of your business." Peter smiled slightly. "Oh, come on, Wendy! Have some fun. Maybe you'll believe then, huh?" "No, thank you!" Peter was getting aggrivated. "Gee, Wendy, you sure have turned into a codfish yourself." Wendy's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. "How dare you say such a thing to me!" "Well, it's true!" Wendy wasn't going to get into it with Peter. Afterall, it was childish to argue about such nonsense, especially with a nonexistant person. "Fine then." Wendy started Walking in the oposite direction. "Where ya goin'?" Wendy didn't even bother turning aroundn but kept walking. "Well, if I'm a codfish like Hook, I might as well go join him." This made Peter spike up in the air. "What?!" He flew towrads and in front of Wendy to stop her. "Are you crazy?!" An unamused Wendy walked past Peter, still walking in the same direction. "Perhaps." Peter wasn't giving up in trying to stop Wendy from getting in the claws of monsterous Hook."No no no you do not want to do that Wendy!"
"Why not? It's not real anyhow."
"I'm telling ya Wendy. This is real. This is all real."
"How likely." Peter grabbed Wendy's arm to stop her from going any further. "Peter, let me go!"
"Only when you promise not to go anywhere near that bloodsucking codfish!" Wendy let out a huff. She wasn't strong enough to work her way out of Peter's grip, and knew she would have to let him have his way this time. Reluctantly, she listened to him. "Fine, I won't." Peter smiled, satisfied. "Good! Now let's see." Peter just stood, thinking for a moment, and snapped his fingers once his mental lightbulb lit up. "You need to fly! Come on!