Tink questioned Peter the whole way back to Neverland. As soon as he landed, he announced that he would like to go find Reyna and apologize. Having no idea where a mermaid in exile could be, he decided to try Mermaid Lagoon and see if anyone else knew where she had gone. Tink followed him and stayed close to his shoulders as he leaned down and spoke the mermaid language. Several dark heads popped up and one of them hissed.

"What does Pan want with us?"

"I mean you no harm," he said in a series of clicks. "I just want to ask you a question."

"Then ask."

"Where has Reyna gone?"

"You banished her. She is gone."

"I know that. Do you know where she is?"

"What does the Pan want with our sister?"

"To apologize," he said guiltily. "To ask her to come back to Neverland. I made a huge mistake. I want to find her and fix it." The mermaids glanced at one another and back at Peter.

"Reyna has left Neverland." Peter looked stunned.

"I thought the only way out of here is to fly."

"You thought wrong. Mermaids can travel between worlds. Reyna is gone to a far off city known as Atlantique."

"But how would I get there?"

"Pan becomes a merman." Peter's eyes widened.

"Is that possible?'

"No."

"Then HOW do I find Reyna?"

"Travel to Atlantique. Pan find Reyna there." Without another word, the mermaids dove beneath the waves and Peter held his arms out in frustration.

"Are you kidding me? Do they think I can just sprout a fin?"

"They were mocking you, Peter," Tink said calmly. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Thanks Tink. I got that."

"Are we finished yet? I'm ready for lunch."

"We just ate breakfast!"

"That was before we went to London! It's time for lunch now." He rolled his eyes again.

"Go on home, Tink. I want to talk to the Fairy Queen again."

"Don't you start thinking about swimming to this place to find a mermaid," she said crossly. "You'll drown in two minutes."

"I wasn't going to try but thanks for the trust," he muttered. She stuck her tongue out at him and flew off, leaving Peter to his thoughts. Sighing, he stuck his toes into the water and enjoyed the cool water on his skin. He closed his eyes and leaned back, allowing the sun to warm his face. It was a perfect day in Neverland. How he wished he could take Wendy to their favorite spot and have a picnic. His eyes shot open as he remembered that Wendy wasn't here with him. She was in London, betrothed to be married. He swallowed and jumped to his feet. Deciding he had better figure out another way to find Reyna, he flew to the hideout and searched for the amethyst. Frowning, he could not find it.

"Lost Boys! Fall in!" The boys came in and saluted, waiting for orders.

"I left a large purple stone here this morning. Has anyone seen it?"

"Oh yeah. Latch threw it back into the Lagoon." Peter nearly fell back, he whirled around so fast. The boys cowered at the look on their leaders' face.

"You WHAT?!"

"We didn't think it was anything important and Tink said you should get rid of it." Peter's nostrils flared.

"She said what?"

"We overheard her yesterday, telling you to get rid of it. So Latch threw it into the sea." Peter flexed his fingers as he fought to steady his breathing.

"We can show you where he threw it," Ash said hopefully. The rest of the boys nodded fervently.

"Alright. Show me." The boys saluted him once more before they took off out the hideout, Peter right behind them.

Heading back to the lagoon, Peter fought to keep the fear out of his heart. What if the stone was lost forever? What if that was his way back home and now he was stuck here forever? He shook himself. He decided if there was a way back to his life, it wasn't in a stupid stone. It would be something he did, he was sure of it. If he could win Wendy back, maybe he would be sent back. He hoped anyway. The boys stopped near the bank and Latch peered into the water.

"I tossed it right here. How well can you swim, Peter?" Peter swallowed but refused to admit he wouldn't make that swim. He lifted his chin.

"I'm a great swimmer. But it's cold and I don't feel like getting sick. I'll call to the mermaids and ask them to help." The boys watched in awe as he lowered his head to the water and let out a series of clicks. The same mermaids resurfaced and their eyes narrowed.

"Pan calls to us again? We cannot help you find our sister."

"I need your help. On the bottom of your lagoon rests a large purple stone."

"What Pan need stone for?"

"It's very important to me. Please. Help me."

"What Pan give in return?"

"What do you want?" The mermaids thought for a moment.

"Stories. Lots of stories."

"And songs," one of them added. Peter nodded. He could bring Wendy to tell stories every day. After all, he had never tired of hearing her recount all of his adventures.

"I promise. Please, bring the stone to me." The mermaids dove and Peter watched the water anxiously. When they returned, one of them was cradling something in her arms. Peter let out a cry of relief as he reached out for the stone and cradled it like his newborn son. He glanced at the boys.

"No one touch this stone, understand?" They all nodded.

"Thank you girls. I'll return soon to tell you a story."

"Pan trying to grow up?" Peter whirled around quickly and nearly lost his footing on the slippery rock.

"What did you say?"

"Pan tries to grow up? Wants to change life? Wants the Wendy-lady back?" Peter stared, open-mouthed at the mermaids.

"How did you—"

"Mermaids know. Sister has answers. Speak to Reyna."

"You said she was gone from Neverland. How am I supposed to find her?"

"Talk to stone." Peter glanced at the stone and back at the mermaids, a dubious expression crossing his face.

"…Talk to the stone," he said slowly.

"Talk to it. It gives answers. It helps Pan grow."

"Pan doesn't need to bring Wendy-bird back to Neverland," one of the mermaids cooed. "Pan stay here and not grow up. Tell us stories."

"Wendy is the story-teller, not me. I'll see you later girls." Frowning, he hurried away, clutching the stone tightly. He and the boys headed back to the Hide out and nothing else was said about the stone as they went hunting, prepared dinner, had a sword fight, and went to bed. Peter was draped across his hammock and he stared at the ceiling, puzzling out his thoughts. Why was he the only one who knew about the changes? Well, obviously because he had made the wish but then there had to be some way to undo it. Everything could be undone…couldn't it? Rolling over, he took comfort in that last thought as he slipped off to an uneasy sleep.