She dreams of him, that night.
In the shadows of her sleepy mind, her nightgown glows of a pearl white light, and she oversteps the doorframe of the pub, she's courageous, she's bold – she kisses him – and months later, they are running away, her revenge forgotten, only two horses and a bundle of clothes and some jewels stolen from the King's vault –
A remnant of that blissful feeling – an instant…
She wakes in Neverland, her blue jacket sweaty and sticky on her skin. A future that could have been, and never was.
She turns over, trying to sleep, and wonders.