Wendy and her brothers walked home, chatting quietly. She asked them how their day had gone and listened to the boys talk about upcoming assignments and teasing each other about the lasses they fancied. Wendy walked slowly, not really paying attention. Her mind was still on Peter and she wondered if he ever thought of her. She was snapped out of her thoughts by one of the boys gasping and yelling, "look!" Tootles took off down the street and Wendy shot John a frown before hurrying after him.

"Tootles, slow down! What are you doing?" Tootles skidded to a stop and looked around frantically. Wendy caught up with him and grasped his arm.

"What have I told you about running off like that? You're not in Neverland anymore, Tootles, you can't just go running and yelling whenever you feel—"

"But Wendy, I saw Tinkerbell!" Wendy stopped scolding him and her eyes widened.

"What?"

"Really, I saw her! She flew off but I know it was her! Tell me someone else saw her." The boys all shook their heads, looking disappointed.

"Is she still just as bright?"

"Did she say anything to you?"

"She just appeared and flew off. Peter has got to be around here somewhere! Tink never goes anywhere without him! Peter!" The boys all started calling Peter's name and Wendy tried to silence them. People were starting to stare and Wendy bit her lip.

"Boys, be quiet. Peter is not here and neither is Tinkerbell. If you don't stop yelling right now I will tell Mother and Father and you'll get no ice cream tonight." Only Tootles continued to call out Peter's name. John seized his arm and whispered something in his ear. Wendy had no idea what he had told the boy but it worked; Tootles fell silent. Wendy sighed and shook her head.

"Come on, let's get home."

The children entered the home and greeted Aunt Millicent, who had taken to visiting the Darlings every week now. She had adopted another Lost Boy, Slightly, and brought him around the Darlings so he could visit with his friends. Slightly was in the kitchen, chewing on an oatmeal cookie that Cook had given him when the children entered and he let out a yell and threw his arms around them.

"Slightly, you will never guess who I saw today!" Wendy rolled her eyes and walked away as she heard Tootles say Tinkerbell's name. She continued her way up to her room and sat near the windowsill, staring out over the rooftops. Could Peter be nearby? And if he was, why didn't he come see her? Or was it as she feared and he had forgotten her? Wendy's eyes started to close slowly, as she drifted off to a place beyond this world.

"Where am I?" Wendy looked around, puzzled, seeing that she clearly was not in her bedroom anymore. She looked down at herself and gasped as she noticed her school clothes were gone. Instead she was wearing a pretty blue gown that hung low so her shoulders were left bare, much more scandalous than the ones her mother wore to smart parties. Her long hair cascaded down her back and her feet were completely bare.

"You're stunning, Wendy," said an unfamiliar voice. She quickly looked around, frowning.

"Who is that? Who are you? What am I doing here?" A figure stepped out of the shadows and stood in front of her. His hands were on his hips but she couldn't see his face.

"You won't recognize me, Wendy. I look different now." Wendy cocked her head as she studied the figure. He was tall, taller than she, and he had a muscular build to him. He was dressed in the style of London boys but his clothing was green.

"Come into the light." He took a step forward and the shadows left his face. His messy blonde hair hung in his face and his bright blue eyes shone likes stars. He was quite tanned and his flesh looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. He gave her a smile and she immediately knew who it was. For no one else had a cocky smile like that.

"Peter?" Peter's smile broadened as he moved closer to her and his hand rested in hers.

"I don't understand."

"You've been dreaming of me ever since you left Neverland. This is just another really nice dream."

"So what are we going to do?" Peter was now so close to her, she could feel his lips touching hers.

"It's your dream. What do you want to do?" Wendy's eyes held his for a moment before she pushed forward and claimed his mouth. His hands went to her hair as he deepened their kiss. She opened her mouth slightly and allowed his tongue to slide in and explore her mouth. She had never done this yet she did not hesitate or feel shy. This was the boy who she had given her hidden kiss to. This was the boy she had wanted to kiss for the longest time. She moaned into his mouth and her hands traveled up his well-defined chest. Peter's lips moved down Wendy's jaw line, to her neck, where he sucked gently at the nape of her throat and her collarbone. Wendy felt a stirring growing inside her, traveling further and further down. Peter's hands left the back of her head and gently raked across her breasts. He rested his palm against one of her mounds and massaged gently. Wendy moaned again and pressed against him, feeling something growing between them. He broke away and took a small step back.

"Have you done this before?"

"Never," she said, closing the space between them. "You are the only one I want." He grinned again and swooped her up into his arms before claiming her mouth again.

Wendy's eyes shot open and she clutched at her heart for a moment, trying to forget about her most recent dream. That had been the most vivid and the most real vision she had ever had. She could practically taste Peter on her lips. Pushing herself out of the chair, she walked over to her jewelry box and pulled a long chain out. She fastened it around her neck and studied herself in the mirror. It was the acorn Peter had given her the first night they had met—his kiss. Wendy touched it gently and was so lost in her thoughts, she hadn't noticed the jewelry box closing. Still gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she became aware of a bright light hovering beside her.