The day before the wedding, Peter flew to her window, his heart yearning to touch her and kiss her for real. He froze on the rooftop as he heard voices and saw two couples stepping into a coach. He instantly knew Wendy's lovely face so he followed the coach and hid in the bushes nearby. Henry stepped out and one hand went behind his back while the other helped Wendy down. Peter's nose screwed up in disgust; the man Wendy was supposed to be marrying looked like a more spineless version of Hook. His nose was wrinkled up as if there was something unpleasant under his nose. His sister wore the same expression and she sniffed haughtily as John helped her down and offered his arm.

"Your coachman is much too slow," Charlotte complained in a stuffy voice. "We should have been here twenty minutes ago."

"Jean couldn't help the rain," Wendy said heatedly. "He was going as fast as he could. He's just a little old, that's all."

"We fire anyone that's too old," Henry said, nodding to his sister.

"Too right we do. You must keep your household fresh and young, dear Wendy. Once they get too old to do their job, you fire them." Wendy looked scandalized and very angry.

"We will not fire Jean, he's like a grandfather to us!" John lay a hand on his sister's arm and patted it gently.

"You must excuse Wendy. She's very nurturing to everyone and likes to care for everyone she meets. She will make a wonderful mother one day."

"Be that as it may, you shouldn't be so loving toward every person you see. But at least you come from good breeding. Our children will be very handsome indeed." Henry said, flicking his eyes over Wendy's slender frame. Wendy's jaw dropped. Behind the bushes, Peter was seething. Wendy's mothering nature was one of the things he had always loved about her. She had cared for the Lost Boys and had cared for Peter, as well as her own brothers. She had the kindest heart of anyone she had ever known. How dare this moron not appreciate how wonderful she was?! Peter's eyes went back to Wendy, who had wondered away from the group and was looking up at the sky. He could just make something around her neck and nestled in her dress. A broad smile reached his lips as his heart began to race.

"I say Wendy, what are you doing?" Both Wendy and Peter's heads snapped as Henry stepped up to Wendy's side and grabbed her arm.

"I was thinking about what it would be like to fly." Henry looked bored and condescending.

"Why on earth would you waste your time thinking about such an impossible thing?" Peter's blood was boiling. Wendy glanced at him, unsure of how to answer. Shaking his head, Henry took Wendy's arm and steered her inside. When they were gone, Peter moved away from the bushes, glaring at the spot they had just been.

"It's not impossible, you blockhead. And I'll prove it to you. I'll take my Wendy back and fly her to Neverland, right under your pompous nose!"

Peter returned to Neverland with the intent on returning to Wendy's window that evening. The wedding was tomorrow; if he was ever going to confess his love and beg for her to leave with him, this was the time. He had to try. He returned to the hideout to find Tink, the Lost Boys, Tiger Lily, the Indian Chief, and the Queen of the Fairies all huddled together. Peter crossed his arms and frowned.

"What's going on?"

"Oh Peter, you're back!"

"Yeah, I am. What are you all doing here?"

"We're all here as friends, Peter," Tiger Lily said, her hand closing around his arm. "We might have found something that could help you." Peter perked up immediately.

"Yes?"

"We have been talking with the Queen and there is a potion we can make for you."

"A potion?"

"To erase your memory. The fairies can help me make it and once you drink it, you will no longer remember your previous life." Peter looked horrified and backed away.

"You want to take away my memories?"

"Peter," Tink said soothingly, "think about it. Wendy is getting married tomorrow. Rather than you risk death, why not take the potion and forget about her? It's horrible, yes, but you'll still have a life here, with us," she gestured around the room and the Lost Boys nodded.

"Your friends just want what is best for you," the Queen said softly. "We don't want to lose you."

"Glad to see you have so much faith in me. And in Wendy," he said bitterly.

"The Wendy-lady is from a different world, Peter Pan," the Chief said in a strong voice, "she will not understand what losing you does to our world. And if she refuses your love, you will die. Neverland needs you, young Prince. If you cannot be with the girl, we ask you to choose us rather than face death."

"Look, I don't want to die and frankly I'm a bit terrified to take this risk. But I have faith in her. She understands more than you know. She gave up a lot to be with me and never asked me to leave Neverland behind. I have to take this chance on her. I've lost my memory and myself many times and she has always brought me back. I don't think I will ever truly be able to forget her."

"Peter," Tink said desperately, "you speak of your Wendy, from your other life! This is another life and time, she may not be the same! She may not be as understanding. Please. Won't you think about it?"

"I'm sorry, Tink. There's nothing to think about. I won't take any potion. I won't let you steal my memories." Everyone looked saddened at Peter's proclamation and the Fairy Queen heaved a great sigh.

"I suppose there is nothing more to say. I hope you know what you are doing, Peter. If you fall, Neverland falls with you. The island cannot survive without you."

"I don't believe that's true. It's existed without me before and it'll be just fine if I don't come back. You'll all be fine," he looked around at everyone and smiled. The Chief glanced at his daughter.

"You speak true. He is changed."

"It is clear to us all that you are different, Peter. We hope you are able to return to your time."

"Does that mean that we get our Peter back?" Tink said hopefully. Peter looked baffled but the Queen folded her hands.

"Time and reality work very differently. Nothing can exist without its counterpart. This is an alternate reality to Peter's reality. We exist because he does." Peter shook his head, not understanding a single word. Tink and the boys, too, looked lost. But Lily and her father nodded.

"We understand. We hope it works out for you, Peter."

"Thank you," he said, nodding to them. They watched him disappear into his room and they sighed.

"A grown-up, mature Peter Pan," said the Queen with a little smile. "I thought I had seen everything but clearly I was wrong."