After another minute of staring off into space I finally realized that my finger was still bleeding. Licking it to try to stop the movement, I looked back to Peter. "So are we going to just stand here all night?" I asked.

Peter gazed at me amusedly with his smirk placed firmly on his face. "Well that depends entirely on you. Do you believe me now?"

There was going to be no way to end this conversation without giving him the satisfaction of being right. A pattern I had a feeling that would be part of most conversations with him. This kid obviously never lost an argument. We'll see if that changes over the course of time I'm here, my stubborn side threw in.

"This isn't a dream that's for sure," I said hoping we could move on to the part where I could get some sort of small Band-aid or cloth. With my luck, it'll somehow get infected and then I'll die a slow death due to crazy Neverland germs.

"And," he started again, leaning in closely and dropping his voice to just above a whisper, "who am I?" The glee in his eyes couldn't be contained even if he tried.

"You are Peter Pan," I reluctantly admitted.

Leaning back in contentment, he backed up before turning around. "Follow me then." Then he just walked away not caring to check if I followed.

I stared for a minute before jogging a little to catch up with him. No way was I going to get stuck in this jungle all alone. We walked silently through the woods. I lagged behind him a few steps trying to think about any possible way I could get out of this situation, but nothing was coming to me. Clearly Neverland was in a totally different universe from Earth. Besides, it wasn't like I was one of those super swimmers who could swim across an ocean. It seemed like I was going to be here for a while at least.

Peter brushed aside a plant, and held it for me to step into a small clearing. There was a large fire in the center with some fallen trees placed around it as benches. There had to be somewhere around a dozen boys sitting around the fire, too. From a quick glance it looked as though the ages ranged from about 12 to 20, all of them wearing similar outfits as Peter but they also had capes. Some of the younger boys were having sword fights with each other and some were just lying around doing nothing while the oldest boys were sharpening various weapons. Good going, Kim. Get kidnapped by Peter Pan and his followers living out Lord of the Flies. With your luck you'll end up being Piggy.

It didn't take long for them to notice their leader had come back. Looks of excitement turned to confusion as soon as they noticed me. I continued to look at them with the straightest face I could manage. If these followers were anything like their leader (which seemed like a good bet), they would prey on anything that resembled fear.

"Gather round, boys!" Peter called. "We have a guest. This is Kim. She's going to be joining us now. Let's show her how we celebrate a new person joining camp." He looked back at me with that same smirk and looked like a kid who just won a great prize. He gestured for me to walk with him over to where the two older boys sat.

"Oh, what happened here?" one of them asked in a drawl as we approached. His hood covered half his face, but his long, mess hair stuck out anyway. He had a long face with a scar running down part of it.

"Pricked my finger, thanks for asking," I stated obviously before Peter could get anything in. He gave a slight chuckle and I glanced at him. His green eyes showed how amusing he found the situation, making it seem like we had an inside joke together about the whole thing.

"Relax, Felix," he said to the boy who just talked. "Jack, get a bandage for our new Lost Girl." I narrowed my eyes at him for the use of the word, but knew better than to provoke him as I was about to take care of my other problem.

The boy next to Felix started rummaging around in a sack, so this must have been Jack looking for some sort of wrap. Not exactly a boy, though, is he? Even while sitting on the log, I could tell he had to be Peter's height or taller. His dark brown hair was cut short and complimented his dark skin tone. Turning to me, I could see his beautiful brown eyes. You could pass yourself off as the guy who played Dean Thomas if you just threw on a Hogwarts uniform, I thought to myself laughing a little in my mind.

"Here we go," Jack's voice dragged me out of my thoughts. Although it almost set off another range of thoughts in my head. His deep, British accent had me almost blushing, Oh yes, definitely Dean. He had a clean piece of cloth in his hand and was extending it to me.

"Thanks," I muttered as I took the wrap and sat next to him to try to wrap it around the tip of my finger. After a minute of trying to get it to wrap around the number of times and failing, the three boys started laughing at me. I took it in stride as I sighed and tried again to apply it.

"Hey, let me help," Jack said gently as he took the cloth out of my grasp. I held my hand out to him as he wrapped the cloth a couple times around my finger before tying the ends in a knot. "There we go," he said with a wide smile.

"Thank you. It probably didn't deserve a wrap on it, to be honest," I responded warmly, giving a smile in kind. It was the first sign of kindness I had experienced so far on this island.

Felix had gone back to sharpening an arrowhead, so I glanced back up at Peter. His face had lost any sign of amusement. He was looking at me with a blank face, but my mind was telling me that there was a slight anger forming under there. Are you kidding, what could I have done already to piss him off again?

Giving him a slightly confused look, I turned my head back toward the fire. All of the boys seemed like they were genuinely happy, which puzzled me even more. How could the young boys like living in a jungle far away from home and their parents? At least it made somewhat more sense for the older kids my age, they could fend for themselves. What would happen to one of them if they got hurt? They'd have no one to take care of them. I stopped looking at the boys and frowned into the fire, contemplating what would make them want to remain here. All I want to do already is leave.