He nodded. "Come" , he said quietly. "This way." He left the front garden and turned right down the path, past all the identical houses. I stole one last glance at mine, tears escaping as they slid down my cheeks like wet snakes. Maybe I'm going mad, I thought as I turned again to face straight ahead. This was causing me a lot of…pain. Well, I'd be feeling a lot of pain anyways. Martina's tragic ending wasn't going to ever rest with me, especially not three days afterwards. I picked anxiously on the sleeve of my hoodie, unsure of whether the decisions I had just made were the completely wrong ones.
But Peter and the rest of them needed my help. I kept this thought in my mind for a minute or so before it morphed into my Ma or Joseph finding my empty bed in the morning. They assumed I was downstairs, eating breakfast or watching telly. Joseph came down expecting to see me, but he didn't. Ma began worrying, biting her lip. That evening they filed a missing person's report in the Garda's Station…and then…

"Remy" , Peter said. "Hello? Earth to Remy?"

I blinked, escaping my trance and looked at him. "Hi."

He just chuckled. "We're here."

I frowned and looked at the space surrounding us, recognising it as the back of the old playschool I used to attend as a kid. It closed down the year after I started primary school, and was now nothing more than a graffiti covered building that was home to many disgusting smells. I had looked in one day when I saw the windows were newly broken. The entire place was trashed.

"Why here? What's this place got to do with anything?"

"Because" , he said, bending down and starting to scatter a pile of leaves away. "No one would think of this place as a hiding spot for the most magical and powerful object in the world."

I copped it. "The Orb?"

"Yes." The leaves were finally away, whirling about the path in the small gust of wind that weaved through the air. I looked at the spot where the leaves once were and literally gasped. A beautiful object occupied the spot ; it looked like a crystal ball, the kind that fortune tellers look into. I was astonished as it gathered light, shining like a star. Almost as if it had awoken from a long slumber.
Peter picked it up carefully, I was gazing at it as it moved, oblivious to anything else. I began to make out trees, lots of trees. And bushes. A wood, perhaps. Peter looked at me, and laughed at my spellbound face.

"Well, it's time to go."

"Wow" , I whispered in awe. "This is just…wow."

Peter merely grinned. "I'm used to it."

I stuck my tongue out at him, tearing my attention away from the Orb.

"I meant the magical world inside the Orb, not you."

He laughed again. "Are you ready?" , he asked, suddenly serious. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded.

He pulled the thing he was twirling around in his hands earlier. I could finally make out what it was in the light of the Orb. It was a small silver knife, but a very fancy one. It had many designs engraved on it, swirling and twirling their way around each other, appearing to be coiled.

"Just keep calm" , Peter told me briefly. "You'll be safe once you enter Neverland."

"Oh, is that what it's called?"

He didn't seem to hear me. He raised his knife a little over the orb.

"One" , he whispered. "Two….Three!"

He slammed the knife down on the Orb, and everything became white. I was spinning, like I was caught in a tornado. I had just began to scream when I landed on ground.

I gasped, trying to recover and get some more oxygen into my lungs. I sucked in and out for a few seconds before finally opening my eyes. I gasped again.

Green trees towered above me, waving about gently. The leaves were rustling quietly, like they were whispering to each other, and the sky was a pure ocean blue with no clouds in sight. I sat up slowly, taking it all in. The fallen leaves beneath me crunched, but it only added to the beautiful orchestra of nature the magical place was conducting for me. Every slightest sound was amazing to me. Even the birds songs seemed different to those I woke up to back home. They seemed more well pronounced, more carefully thought out. I smiled happily. I hadn't been there five minutes and the place was already making me feel great and happy, not a care in the world. I got to my feet and took in more of the new world. Just as I saw back at the playschool, there were plenty of trees and bushes. I felt a tingling feeling inside me, dancing happily and carefree around my body. I had to admit, I was a bit confused about Peter when he said Neverland was dying. It looked perfectly fine and healthy to me.
But I felt an annoying niggling feeling inside me, and after a few seconds of concentration on it, I realized.

"Peter?" , I called. I spun around once taking in everywhere I could see. I appeared to be on my own. At first I was a bit worried about him, but then the knowledge that Peter obviously knows this place well comforted me and that he was safe. Then I was pissed off. He had left me, God knows why, but deliberately even so, and I had no clue where everyone was? And here I was, in the middle of a wood with nobody around?
After cursing Peter and calming myself down, I took it into my own hands to search for the Indians. Then I remembered his crew he was talking to me about. Well, they obviously knew English and more modern stuff, even though they left home in 1906. I hoped they would be easier to talk to if I found one of them.
I was a bit afraid of venturing out alone. Peter had told me I would be safe, but how did I know I could trust him after this? I sighed. My thoughts were overwhelming my brain immensely, and I decided that I had to go looking for people. I also had plans for boxing Peter if I met up with him. I took a few steps forward and then continued into long strides. I soon became comfortable and the worries disappeared from my mind, and instead it was full of the same happiness I had endured when I first landed there. I unzipped my hoodie and ended up taking it off. Just as I was tying it around my waist I heard a THUD. I jumped and turned to see my Blackberry lying on the leaves. I didn't even know it was in my pocket. Grinning, I picked it up and put it in my jeans zip pocket, knowing it was safe in there.
After a while I started to worry again. I hadn't seen anything that suggested people were there and not too far away. I yanked on a strand of my hair. It was a habit of mine. I did it when I had a mind block, making myself think I was forcing the thoughts to come out, and it had always worked until now. I rolled my eyes in frustration and kept walking, quickening my pace. I was just about to give up all hope of finding anything, when I discovered to my utter delight a small dirt track. I laughed at myself for being afraid when all I had to do was have a little patience.
I followed the dirt track gratefully, for it gave me peace of mind. The peace turned into pissed-off-and-anxiety-combo when it stopped in front of a small waterfall after ten minutes. The glistening water fell from rocks above, a river running behind them. I looked from left to right, and all there was was rock walls.

"Great" , I spat. "This is just fucking great." I paced back and forth, saying every swear I could think of. And after my seventh time crossing from the left, to my complete disbelief, an arrow shot past and disappeared through the waterfall. I swore louder.

"What the hell!" , I yelled. "Come out, show yourself, you little –"

"Shut up! Stay still, or I'll shoot again! And I assure you, I won't miss a second time!" , a voice yelled.

I started to yell back but then realized it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. Instead I unwillingly stood still and held my hands up in surrender, facing the waterfall for a small fear of the person's threat. I heard cracking leaves, and I knew the person had moved out from the trees.

"Don't move an inch, pirate!"

I frowned. "Pirate?"

"Be quiet!"

"No no no, you have it wrong. I'm not a pirate –"

"I said be quiet!"

"OKAY!" , I yelled. "Jesus! Ever thought of anger management once in a while? That could really help you!"

"Shut up! What's your name, pirate?"

I tried a different tack. "You know, you don't seem very brave. I mean, you have me in a dead end, and my back is facing you, so you could kill me at any minute."

"Turn around then!"

"Of course" , I replied happily.

I turned around quickly to face a curly ginger-haired boy. His brown eyes connected with mine, and they searched my face carefully. Then they widened in awe. He dropped his arrows and bow in his hands and they fell with a clatter.

"You" , he said, astonished. "You."

"Me" , I said sweetly. "Y'know, if I have to save your world, I would expect a little more gratefulness. Don't get me wrong though, getting shot at with an arrow was really nice. A great welcoming."

He shook his head and stared at me again, as though trying to verify whether I was a figment of his imagination or a real person. I winked at him, and he scowled.

"Peter found you then?" , he grumbled.

"Yep!" , I replied brightly. "Isn't that lucky? Now I can save Neverland and have new best friends all at the same time!"

He scowled again, and I could tell we weren't going to get on greatly.

"Jeez" , I muttered. "Tough crowd."

He shot me a dirty look.

"What?" , I said, breaking the sarcastic sweet girl act. "Honestly!"

The boy did nothing but scowl and his eyes swivelled around the area, eventually resting on me. I stared right into them, and he looked away.

"Well" , I said. "This has been really lovely. But if you'll please excuse me, I have to go find Peter."

I started to walk. "Wait!" , I said sarcastically, tapping myself on the head in mock stupidity. "I wouldn't suppose you know where he is?"

"Yeah" , the boy grumbled again.

"Well, I would be very grateful if you could possibly spare a moment of your time to take me to him? Or the Indian tribe, perhaps?"

"Fine" , the boy said. I noticed he had an English accent. "Just follow me and keep up."

"Aye aye, captain" , I replied, rolling my eyes. "Lead the way."

"Right, and-"

"Wait" , I interrupted. "Wait. Were you one of the boys in Peter's crew back in London?"

He looked startled. "How'd you know about that?"

"Peter told me. He told me everything –" I exaggerated on the 'everything' "- including James Hook."

The boy looked angry. "You're just full of surprises, you are."

I grinned at him. "One of my best qualities. Well, are we going then? Or do we have to wait until you recover from your next little fit?"

He scowled at me once again. "We're going."

"Brilliant. As I was saying, lead the way."

Author's Note : Hehe! I LOVED writing this chapter, particularly so I could express Remy's humorous side. I'm really happy about the response on this story, in the views alone. But it would help to have a few more reviews guys! I've been taking the ones I actually got into consideration, good or bad, it has improved my writing from what I could see! So please guys, R&R! Oh, and chapter six out soon! Love you all! xxx