Of course, nothing nice could last forever. Eventually I woke up to the pure black room I had left behind hours previously. I readjusted my head briefly getting ready to go for a short nap before fully getting up.
Apparently that was my mistake.
"Have a good dream?" came the voice of my companion.
I sighed, closing my eyes even though he couldn't see my face anyway. "It got a lot better after you got out of it," I blurted out before I could think through an actual response.
His hand pulled the blankets just slightly reminding me of the exact situation I was in. "Was it?" he asked tightly.
"I played songs in my head and I didn't think and I was alone. It worked out pretty well," I responded. "Speaking of, why did you sneak into my dream?" I was sure that asking how he did it would end in a reasoning of just magic.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Terrible lie, I thought, observation skills kicking in. "Nice try, Pan. Your hand twitch and the angry 'Was it?' have already given away whatever lie you were going to try to pull on me," I informed him. I could just feel him glaring holes into the back of my head.
Minutes silently passed by and he still hadn't said anything. Sitting around in the dark all day wasn't my idea of a good day. I started to roll more toward the edge getting ready to get up.
Rather than let me up, Peter grabbed my arm causing me to stop my movements entirely. "And where do you think you're going?" he whispered hotly in my ear as he leaned in close.
Swallowing hard, I gathered what courage I could grasp this early in the morning. "This conversation is clearly going nowhere and I don't feel like wasting time trying to force it to happen. I was going to put on my shoes and go for a run on that beach I saw yesterday."
"Go then," he said emotionlessly, immediately releasing his hold on me.
Feeling my way over to my shoes, I felt my iPod still there meaning I been right about the test. Tying the last lace I stood up trying to locate where the door would be, but I couldn't see anything in the dark. "A little light so I can see the door at least?" I asked although I assumed he'd rather just laugh at me trying to find the door in the dark. Little prick probably has night vision with all his magic.
Not even thirty seconds later and the torches had lit up again. Blinking a few times as my eyes readjusted to the light, I could now see Peter leaning against the wall by the door.
"You don't know where the beach is from here," he reminded me as I passed through the door.
"You're right, I don't," I agreed. "But I have a sneaky suspicion that I have time to wander around and find it." Hearing no rebuttal from the island's leader, I continued my way up the stairs.
Exiting the hole in the tree told me that the sky was still dark out, so I still had no idea what time it was or how long I may have slept. I stood for a minute listening for any sound of water, but couldn't hear anything. Sighing, I headed off in the direction that I hoped would lead me to the beach. As long as it got me away from Peter and the Lost Boys, I didn't really care.