"The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist."

Rube?! Sarah thought, but before she could even say anything Peter Pan already disappeared. Of all names to call someone, he used 'rube'. That was extremely rude and unnecessary.

She was immediately thrown into a cage by Felix after the confrontation between her and 'Peter Pan.' She knew making a fuss was only going to make the situation worse from experience. When she was with her adoptive family, they kicked her out for not listening to them hence the reason for going into the shelter. She regretted it almost right away. But even thinking about it… it didn't seem real anymore. Did all of that really happen? She thought. It took her a while to realize there was another girl inside the cage as well. Sarah jumped, not expecting to see anyone else.

"I didn't mean to frighten you," the girl said. She had blonde hair that looked like it could have been nice once but it was too knotty for Sarah to see. The girl also wore a white night gown. "Did he send take you away as well?"

All of them seem to be boys and there's not one girl except for this one and me, Sarah thought. The lost boys, the shadow and whatnot… the only other person missing from the picture who was a major part of the story. "Are you Wendy?"

The girl was no older than thirteen years old, roughly around the same age as in the movie and the book. "Y-Yes," she said. "How did you know?"

"Long story I suppose," Sarah replied, not knowing what else to tell her. "I'm Sarah."

"It's nice to make your acquaintance, Sarah." Wendy spoke in a polite form of old English. Judging by her accent, she was definitely from England but it made her sound like she was from a different time. Her dress gown gave it away. She was from the early 1900s.

"Do you know why we are here, Wendy?" Sarah asked. "I was taken along with a boy named Henry… Peter Pan seems to want him for an odd reason."

Wendy gave her a blank stare. "I… don't know."

"How long have you been here for?"

She shrugged, as if she really didn't know. "Days, months… years," Wendy said. "I lost count after five."

The girl stayed in Neverland for longer than five years? "Years?" Sarah repeated, momentarily at a loss for words. "Shouldn't you be older than most of these boys?"

Wendy raised an eyebrow. "Don't you know? You don't age when you're in Neverland." Sarah and Wendy stared at each other while sitting in silence. She was right. No one aged in Neverland. She completely forgot about it but still did not understand what Henry had to do with it. "Where exactly are you from?"

"New York."

"Haven't been. My father wanted to take the family there one day to visit."

She did not regret for a minute leaving the city… if she could remember why. All that was left in her mind was taking car keys and driving but the reason still remained unknown to her no matter how hard she tried. "It's a busy place," Sarah replied, brushing a piece of her black hair around her ear. "I doubt you would want to go there now." Many times she walked through New York and found herself running into too many people. It made her not miss anything about the city.

"Why not?"

"Because – "

It was almost as if someone hit her in the face. Her mind went completely blank for a minute, as the surroundings around her began changing. She closed her eyes, and saw two people outside. The picture was not clear enough for her to see anything or move at all. "What's wrong?" the man next to the woman asked. The woman said nothing, staring out into open space. "Please. Tell me."

"You wouldn't understand," she replied.

The man touched her cheek to comfort her however the woman pulled away from him, moving a few feet. The warmth of the hand was far too much to bear. "You've been crying."

"I recently found out something," she said. A piece of her black hair fell into her face. "I went to the doctor the other day because I was sick, remember?" He nodded, not saying anything and allowed her to continue by listening. "I couldn't believe it when he told me the news."

"What news?"

The woman turned around, smiling as she stroked the man's face.

She saw no more for someone called to her, interrupting the revelation abruptly. "Sarah!" she heard Wendy cry. Sarah found herself being shaken until she flashed her eyes wide open. "You're… you're bleeding!" She touched her nose, spotting blood on her hand. She pinched her nose, leaning forward to stop the blood. "Are you okay?"

Sarah nodded. Her head hurt way too much. She didn't hit it recently but it grew worse as she sat there in the cage thinking about it. Who was that? A woman and a man... talking. She could not think too much more on the subject. The event was too coincidental. Whatever it was, Sarah doubted her thought that it meant something. She guessed she randomly passed out from the humidity. Even at night, the humidity remained strong.

As the blood began to dry out, she wiped the remaining blood from her face and she still could not get the taste of iron out of her mouth. Her face remained sticky from the remnants of the blood she did not wipe away and of course, it was uncomfortable. "You were out for a bit," Wendy said. "Are you sick?"

Sarah appreciated the girl's genuine worry but it was not the girl's place to. It was refreshing to hear someone care, even if it was a person she barely knew. "Not that I know of." In the back of her mind, she wondered the same thing if she was sick. She did not have any symptoms before Neverland, and others surely would have noticed. Sarah didn't want to think of it anymore, as it would make her anxiety levels grow more.

"You," the same boy who put her into the cage said. "Pan wants to see you."

"Why?" Sarah asked, suspicious of Felix suddenly coming over to her. "He's the one who called me a rube, and wanted me in this cage to begin with." Felix unlocked the cage, grabbing and pulling Sarah out rashly. Any argument she thought of would immediately be silenced, and she decided it was better to keep it for when she saw Pan again. She had a bone or two to pick with him.

Felix gave her a push as Pan was there to meet them. "Sarah… just the person I want to see."

"What the hell do you want?" she demanded.

"Felix, leave us," Pan said. When Felix left, Sarah did not tear her eyes off of Pan. She wanted to make sure he knew what he was dealing with. He immediately took her by the chin. "You are quite cheeky, you know that? You women do nothing except cause more pain for others."

Sarah pulled herself away from his grasp. "Exactly what do you mean by that?"

"It means exactly what I just said."

"Oh, who is being cheeky now?" she shot back. "I don't care what you want with me. I am not going to do it. Let both me and Henry go."

Pan shook his head. "The boy is not up for negotiation. And it isn't as if you can do anything to stop me either." She folded her arms, continuing to stare at him until finally he tore his gaze away from her. "I know who you are, Sarah."

"We have never met before," Sarah said, bluntly.

"Really? You don't remember?" He acted as if she were lying. Sarah had no idea what he meant. "You don't remember you leaving me?" She gave it a thought for a moment before Pan mockingly shook his head. "Of course you don't, because you will do anything to try and deny it."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" It was Sarah's turn to shake her head. "I told you I don't know you. You are a psychopath for trying to kidnap a child not to mention you are at a legal age where you can be jailed for a crime like this."

"Funny how you lecture me, when you, yourself, are no better."

"Well, you didn't bring me here to tell me what kind of a horrible person I am!"

"You're right. I didn't. I need your help with Henry," Pan said. "He refuses to listen to me until he knows you're okay. I need you to talk to him and convince him to listen to what I have to say."

"Why should I?"

He moved his face closer to hers. "Because, you're good at winning people over, right?"

What is he talking about? Sarah thought. Telling me this as if he knew me. I never met him before. She was born an orphan in New York, and sent to an orphanage for a while until a family adopted her which worked out so well she ran away six times. Not once did she meet Peter, if that was his real name. Alias or not, Pan was unknown to her. "What if I don't convince him?"

"Simple. You die and so does he. If you really care about Henry, then you will as I say."

He was right. Sarah didn't know Henry for too long, but he was innocent and allowing a child to die young wasn't a part of her plan. "I'll help but not for the boy's sake."

"Coming from you that is rather surprising," he added, distastefully.

"Who is this woman you keep talking about?" Sarah questioned him. The words coming from his mouth were disturbing and aggravating. He didn't know her. "You keep mentioning her to me as if I am her."

"Aren't you? You can quit playing games."

Sarah rolled her eyes. Pan would not reason with her no matter how hard she tried. He really believed her to be a woman from his past. Absurd. "Just take me to Henry."

And he did.

Henry's smile got wider when he saw her. "You're okay!" Henry exclaimed. "I looked all over for you… I thought something happened."

"I-I'm fine," Sarah replied.

Henry's smile faded. "Why do you have blood on your face?"

"Oh that." Sarah frowned. "I guess I hurt myself is all. No big deal."
The boy raised both eyebrows, as if he could tell she was lying. Sarah had to hand it to the kid. He was smarter than most gave him credit for. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she lied, hating having to lie but she didn't want him to feel the need to run away. She stopped, taking a glance at several boys dancing around the fire along with music to go along with it. In the middle of it all, Pan was playing an instrument of some sort. At a closer look, the instrument was a musical pipe. "What are they doing?"

"They have been dancing since I got here but I hear no music."

That was something she really did not want to hear. "You don't?"

Henry shook his head vigilantly. "No. Can you?"

"Yes." Sarah stopped staring at the boys dancing. "Um, listen, we need to talk about what's going on here."

"We will be saved. I promise."

"No… I mean. You should listen to what Peter Pan has to say."

The boy didn't seem to understand her words. "He kidnapped me. Why should I listen?"

"His offer might end up being better than being imprisoned here," Sarah told him. "I know this might sound weird, but just listen to him at least. Please?" Henry paused, considering her words for a mere moment and then quickly shook his head. Sarah sighed, the reason for him listening so he would live. "I don't know what he wants."

"Whose side are you on?"

"Yours!"

"Then why are you taking his?"

Pan wasn't paying attention or he was acting like he wasn't. Either way, he would be disappointed that Henry would not listen. Sarah could not allow it to result in his death. I can't tell Pan Henry refused. "Henry, your mother wants you alive obviously," Sarah said. "Can you go talk to him? If not for me, or yourself than for her."

"But my mom wouldn't ever be on his side."

The kid was damn stubborn. "Maybe, but you could always pretend."

"Pretend? But won't he know?"

"Up until we are saved he won't," Sarah said. "I am not on his side any more than I want to be. We just have to work together in order to survive this." Henry said nothing, making Sarah hopeful he would think more on the idea.

Henry let out a long drawn sigh. "I'll listen to him. For now," he replied, much to her relief.

The more he watched her, the more he realized how much Sarah was like her. Yet Pan knew, it couldn't be. How can it be her but not at the same time? He thought to himself. The worst part of it all was trying to figure out how she became young again. Did she drink an aging potion? Or was a spell cast on her? Sarah remembered nothing or so she claimed. As far as he knew, he had no idea if she lied or not. She lied to him once, and she would probably do it again.

She had no idea how it impacted his life. The thought disturbed him a little. Going back to the past was not something Pan was great at. He preferred not to think about those memories and 'move on'. The memory stayed there and rarely surfaced back. "How did she get here?" he whispered.

"How did who get here?" It was Felix.

Pan shrugged. "Nothing. Just talking to myself."

"I don't like that girl we brought back," Felix said. "She will cause nothing but trouble. Shouldn't we kill her and get it over with?"

"No. Killing her will hurt Henry. Believe it or not, she is vital to me. For now. Besides, Henry might not cooperate if I kill her."

Felix nodded, taking a quick look at Sarah, who was talking to Henry. "I don't trust her, though."

"Neither do I. That's why I am keeping a close eye on her."

He saw Henry leaving Sarah, and heading in his direction. Pan smiled at the boy warmly. "I'm only talking to you because Sarah told me to. What do you want?"

"You really don't like beating around the bush," Pan said. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sarah watching him closely. She was making sure he wasn't going to hurt Henry and as far as he was concerned, hurting Henry wasn't a part of the plan at the moment. "I need you – " Sarah suddenly fell to the ground, interrupting his sentence. Henry saw it too and ran to her in a hurry.

If he wanted Henry on his side, he had to make sure to act like he cared. "Her nose is bleeding," Henry noted.

"Felix do you have anything to stop the blood?" Pan asked quickly.

"I'll try to find something."

Pan lifted Sarah up to prevent her choking on blood. "Sarah!" Henry cried.

Sarah woke up several seconds later, coughing up blood and barely able to keep herself up. Pan ordered Felix to get her some water, but she fainted again and this time on him. He decided to carry her elsewhere. This girl is proving to be a pain already, he thought, didn't she just get here? He didn't want to wait until she woke up. However, with Henry genuinely worried about her, he'd make sure she was fine.

"What just happened?" she asked, her voice wheezing from coughing so much. Pan shrugged. "I dreamt I was in Neverland and this weird guy who called himself Peter Pan, kidnapped me. Weird."

"Sadly, that dream was not a dream. It's real."

"Well, if I could scream right now I would."

"Mind telling me what that was all about?" Pan asked her, but the girl looked as clueless as he was. "Don't play games with me, girl."

Sarah, in no condition to argue, snapped, "I woke up with blood all over my face! I have no idea what happened." She turned over in the bed. "Maybe you should just go and leave me to my misery."

"If I did that, then Henry might get upset." She groaned disconcertingly. "In a hurry to rid me of already?"

"Yes."

Pan came extremely close to her ear and whispered softly, "Well, I am not going anywhere, Sarah and neither are you." She thought she could get away from him and avoid confrontation. Pan refused to allow it to happen.

Not being able to describe what she saw nearly drove Sarah crazy. She speculated the things she saw during the blackout period was merely a hallucination. There were scattered images of the exact same woman from before interacting with what looked like people the woman knew at one time. The first image showed the woman speaking to an unseen man with her fists curled and the next, she ran away from him. The next couple of images were blurred out. Two people hugged each other, and the one after, was someone visiting a grave. Sarah could not put her finger around it all. Dreams did not consist of strange things or cause nosebleeds.

She wasn't who she thought she was. From the beginning, Sarah felt something had been detached from her and left her with an empty shell of a body. I need to figure out who I am, Sarah thought. She frowned, realizing Pan might have the answers to her questions unless he was playing around with her. "Why is this happening to me?" she whispered to herself, and wanted to leave the island to start from where she left off. If she was capable of figuring out where she stopped remembering… Fairytales existing? How did that happen? Henry knew more about it than she did. He was the first to point out the lost boys.

"Are you going to be all right?" Henry asked her, while she was still in the bed Pan put her in. Sarah, disheartened by his worry, tried to merely shrug it off to prevent him from thinking something was up. The boy should not have to worry about her considering she was a stranger and all.

"I have a question about… Neverland and you know, how Pan and the lost boys exist," Sarah said.

"Oh! Right! You don't know, do you?" he sounded really excited, as if it were the moment of truth he held in his hands. "This book I have… it has all the stories of all the fairytales. Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, etc. They are all real."

"Crazy," Sarah replied.

"Remember Mary Margaret and David?" Sarah nodded and Henry continued, keeping his excitement. "They are my mother's parents. Snow White and Prince Charming. I was given up for adoption by Emma, my real mom, and Regina took me in."

That's a lot to take, she thought. "But where did they all come from?"

"The Enchanted forest."

"How?"

"Long story…"

She never believed she would need help from a child, but she asked him to come closer so she could whisper in his ear. "Henry, I may have a problem," she whispered to him softly. "I came here for some reason, and I can't remember why."

Henry tilted his head to the side. "You can't remember?"

Could he really help her? She had no one else to turn to and the other person would be Pan and she knew it was a bad idea to ask for his help. "I woke up from the accident. I know who I am or at least who I thought I was but there is a piece of me missing."

"Makes no sense… people forget their memories when they leave Storybrooke. Not when they enter it," Henry said. "No one has been able to leave the town except for me and some others."

"People lost their memories?" What kind of a place was this 'Storybrooke'? The more he talked about it, the more Sarah wished to hear. "I blacked out and saw some weird things happening, Henry. The first time was in the cage. I blacked out as I did before and saw a man comforting the woman about a secret she was about to tell him. I don't know what she told him because I woke up."

Henry scratched his head. "Weird. And what about when you blacked out before?"

"They were just images… Still images of random people. Most of them were the same."

He suddenly stopped talking and sat there for a moment. How does this boy know so much about this Enchanted Forest? "I think I might know," Henry said, and turned his head to her, staring her in the eyes. "You might be seeing your memories of your former life."

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[Edit 5/9/2014] - I added more to this as I felt the chapter was not quite over.