"So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
So get out, get out, get out of my mind (out of my mind)
And come on, come into my life
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
Yeah, you've got that one thing"

"Not very good at hiding, are you?" came a voice from the entrance of the cave. Tilting my head farther back, I saw an upside down Jack and Pan who was failing to keep amusement off his face.

"I am appalled at the fact that you think I would consider this hiding. Playing music and singing doesn't exactly make for a good hiding strategy. Seriously, insulting. And I am allowed to listen to a British boy band if I feel like it, which you have zero right to comment on because you don't even know who they are," I said while sitting up and dusting off my clothes. "Besides, I figured you would come find me eventually."

"You're fairly confident," he responded. I couldn't tell if he was surprised or pleased to see that I was figuring out his island "rules". If you can call them that. They're more like whims he follows.

"All your 'games' are new on me aren't they? It'd get a bit boring if I was gone," I accused, glaring at him slightly. Despite the distance I had put between myself and the morning, there was still plenty of resentment remaining.

As I was stretching my arms, I noticed one of my shoelaces was untied. Bending down to retie it, a shadow fell over me. Jack had moved away from the door and Peter to come closer to me. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry," he said lowly. "About this morning."

"Last I checked you weren't the one who tried to hit me in the face or hold a knife to my throat, so you really don't need to apologize," I told him, shooting a look towards Pan who smirked in return. Standing back up, I could see he was going to try to add something else. "Please, don't. It's okay," I said putting my hand lightly on his shoulder. I started wrapping my headphones around my iPod when I noticed Pan watching me with a contemplative look. "Problem?"

"Where'd you get that?" he asked gesturing to my iPod. There's no way he could know…

"From my room, where else?" I responded. I wanted to pretend that there was no way he could know I didn't have it when I left, but there was no way I could convince myself of that lie because he's Peter Pan and of course he would know. He kept his face blank at my response, which I decided to interpret as him knowing I lied. "Well if you two are ready to go, let's get out of here," I said moving around Jack and heading toward the entrance.

"Not so fast," Pan said stepping into the middle of the doorway. "We need to discuss something first."

"Do we really?" I asked surprised.

"Yes. See, I can't have someone living in my camp who doesn't know how to fight. Starting tomorrow, you will begin training," he stated.

Even though I knew it was something that would probably help me with this group of boys and Lord knows whoever else lived on the island, agreeing to Pan's decision was the last thing I wanted to do. "I'll agree to do that, but only if I can still go to the beach every other day." There was no way I would give up my alone time. "Otherwise, no deal."

After mulling it over for a minute, he finally responded. "Agreed," he said, sticking out his hand. Reluctantly taking his hand in mine, I shook it with the feeling that I had still made an agreement I would come to regret. Once I let go, Pan headed out the entrance and turned to the right.

"Get her back to camp, Jack," he called.

"Where are you going?" I asked, but I received no response as Pan continued walking into the trees.

"He's probably going to his thinking tree," Jack said passing me and heading in the opposite direction as Peter. "He does that sometimes."

Shrugging it off, I followed Jack back to camp. I pulled out my iPod to peer down at it still curious about how it had appeared in the first place. Remembering it had been entering its yellow stage before I shut it off, I gripped it tight in my hand. Please, don't die, I thought. I need this more than anything else on this island right now. Please. "Recharge or something," I whispered, pleading to nothing but still hoping.

"Did you say something?" Jack asked turning his head to look back at me.

"Just talking to myself. Sorry," I replied laughing a little. He gave me a half smile before turning back around.

Looking back at my iPod, my thumb twitched over the wheel. Pressing down I was surprised but elated to see the battery bar back in the green section. No way, I thought as I looked down at it. Turning it off, I grinned the whole way back to camp. As long as this doesn't die, maybe being here won't be so bad.

Sitting on a thick tree branch halfway up a tree, Peter stared out past the other branches to observe his surroundings. As soon as a dark figure showed up in the distance, his eyes tracked it until it was a few feet in front of him, eyes glowing bright. "Glad to see you could make it."

You called, a dark voice said, one that only Pan could hear. Is it about this girl?

"She's very interesting to me. Ever since she arrived, she has reacted differently than anyone before her. She heard my music, but it sounded bad. She constantly talks back and questions. Not to mention that she pushed me out of a dream. What should we make of Kimberly?" Pan asked the shadow.

The girl has power. That device was not with her when she entered the cave; I saw it appear in her hand.

"Are you saying she has magic?" Peter asked, intrigued.

Not necessarily, but I think she has power.

"Is there a difference?"

Yes. You have magic which makes you powerful, and the island and amount of time you've spent here increases it.

"Yes, I know that," Peter said impatiently. "What I want to know is why Kim is different?"

From what you have described and what I witnessed today, I believe the girl's power stems from her will.

"Her will?" he restated. The shadow nodded its head. "Then how did she make the music device come to her? I know she didn't have it with her when she left. She would need magic to move it."

In that case, I think that she wanted it strongly enough and bent the island's magic to her will.

"What kind of person can manipulate magic? None of the boys can, Hook and his crew can't, and not even Tinkerbell who used to be a fairy," Peter acknowledged.

It's hard to say. My suggestion would be that you continue to observe her. Learn more about her. The girl is unique. If she doesn't have magic, you could learn how she makes her power work and become more powerful yourself.

With that the shadow flew away from the tree, and Peter sat there considering the conversation for a moment before getting down from the tree and heading back to camp. Upon reaching the edge of the campsite, Peter stood in the shadow of the trees to observe the group. Most of the boys had gathered around Kim again as she was finishing her story that she had started previously. "She certainly is something," Peter whispered to himself as he watched Kim's animated expressions as she talked to the boys.