"So..." These boys are so awkward. They literally haven't said two words to me, "Pista and Scoke? They're nice names." I'm not lying. They're interesting, I like interesting.

They just stare straight ahead.

"How long have you been here?"

I start firing off questions.

"Do you like peanut butter?"

"Do you even know what peanut butter is?"

"Crunchy or smooth?"

"How come no matter what colour the liquid the froth is always white?"

"How fast do hot cakes sell?"

Still nothing.

I start being really annoying.

"Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now," which each joke I nudge one of them with my elbow and pull a stupid expression or do the finger guns.

"I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me," I snort but still nothing.

"I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down."

"I'd tell you a chemistry joke but I know I wouldn't get a reaction," this one makes me laugh far more than it should. And some of the other Lost Boys start looking up.

"I used to be a banker but I lost interest," I start crying, these are funny and no one is laughing.

"I don't trust stairs because they're always up to something," by now my laughing has started to get a little loud and Pan storms out of his tent.

"What in Hell is going on here?" He seems a little mad, I try to back off but Pista and Scoke grab me, "huh? What's going on? Explain yourself."

"I... Well... I"

"Spit it out." In the distance I see Regina with something in her hand, she blows it towards the camp and suddenly I feel very...

I wake up in the middle of a forest.

The forest.

I push myself up and look around. After a moment not seeing anybody I stand up.

It's eerily quiet.

I walk in a straight line until I'm at the beach.

Looking around I see a trail of Lost Boys being led to Hook's boat.

I creep up. Hiding behind rocks I can see Felix being yanked onto the boat and he spots me and smirks.

Ugh.

I'm grabbed from behind, a grubby hand is forced over my mouth and I would lick it but germs.

Pista and Scoke have found me.

Right.

"Stay quiet. Something's happening on Skull Rock. Pan needs you." I focus on not breathing in the muck from his hands but it's not really much use.

I would struggle but these guys would snap me like a twig.

I allow myself to be carried away from the ship, from safety, from sanity.