I opened my eyes to face a pearl sky, not a single cloud to ruin its beautiful flow. I was blown away for a split second before I remembered. Was I still alive?
I sat up and looked around. Everywhere was white, and there were huge white stone pillars at each side of the room. I thought it peculiar. I looked down at my clothes. The blood-soaked dress and wet boots were gone – I had white patent shoes on and a soft silk white dress. I got to my feet and looked behind me. Same scenery.

"I was wondering when you would get here."

I turned. Martina was standing there in the same clothes as me, smiling

She looked different…so much better. No cuts, no deep circles under her eyes, she was just happy. I ran at her and fell into her arms.

"It's my Remy" , she whispered.

"Is this for real?"

She nodded and released me. She looked happy, but sad.

"I have so many questions to ask you –"

"They can wait. You've had some whirlwind of an adventure, eh?"

"Have you been watching me?"

She nodded again. "I've never stopped, ever since I woke up. Though I have to admit I was a bit shocked when you decided to go with Peter. Didn't you think it was a bit of a completely bananas decision?"

I bit my lip nervously. "Did you watch me die?"

She sighed sadly. "Yes. I left to come see you. I knew you'd wake up here."

"How?"

"Haven't you noticed what this place is?"

"No!"

"This is the same room as where our parents got married! Except much cleaner…wouldn't you agree?"

I gasped. "This is seriously the same room? I thought I might've seen those pillars somewhere before, but other than that this place is pretty unrecognizable."

"I know. Come on now. We've got stuff to do." She turned away from me and began walking. I jogged up to her and kept the pace, eager to stay with her as long as I possibly could.

"What kinda stuff?"

She sighed again. "I know you told me not to intervene in your love life, but this is some crazy shit."

"I don't get it."

She rolled her eyes. "Peter, Einstein! How could you not have noticed that he totally ADORES you?"

"Get real."

"You'll admit to it one day. But for now, I thought you might want to see him."

"What?! Is he here?"

"No, but we can watch him. Like I watched you."

"Oh."

We continued walking in silence for another minute or so before Martina stopped. She did a simple wave of the hand and a hole broke through the white marble floor, the shape of a perfect cut circle.

"Tell it what you want to see and where they are" , she told me.

"Um…Peter Pan, Neverland."

And just like that, a clear image came through. It was like watching a television, but with double the HD.

"You can step in if you want" , Martina whispered. "I'll keep watch."

I swallowed. "Ok."

I walked over onto the circle and gradually sunk into it. And whoosh, I was in a familiar looking piece of woodland. Neverland.

I heard leaves crackling and breaking. Someone was coming.

A heart-breaking wail filled the air and I covered my mouth. I knew that wail anywhere. And suddenly he appeared out of the trees across from me.

He was carrying my body, cradling it. Most of the blood was hidden by his jacket which was wrapped around me. He never took his eyes off of my face, and his tears slid down my cheeks. I followed him in despair. I hated seeing him like this.

"Peter, please don't cry! Not over me!"

He didn't hear my yells and carried on. I ran after him, feeling light on my feet. If I wasn't dead I would've joked about being the new Usain Bolt.

He was heading towards the Indian camp. I didn't want Curly, nor Tootles, or Aaya, or Kina, or any of the others seeing me dead. I'd done enough already without them having to see my body and live through the horror.

Almost there. I gave a shuddery breath.

There.

Peter was loud entering the camp, making little sad noises and trying to control his tears.

"Peter!", Curly shouted. "Remy!"

He bolted out of the tent I had shared with Aaya. He had a grin on his face until he saw my body. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"No…she can't be…she's not…"

"Yes!", Peter screamed. "She's dead! She's gone! She's not coming back…" He broke down again.

I heard a shrill scream and Aaya appeared from the tent, already crying. She saw my body and gave another scream of terror. She covered her face with her hands and screamed, again and again. Curly took her and she hid her face in his chest, while he looked at my body, shock and emotion throughout his eyes. Peter ignored them and carried my body into the tent. I followed and watched him place me onto my bed. His eyes were dry, but he just looked stunned. He began to cry again and fell to the ground, pulling his arms around his legs and wailing. He rocked back and forth. I so desperately wanted to comfort him, to tell him I was there.
My eyes searched the tent and found one of Aaya's necklaces that she never wears. I grabbed it quickly and flung it at his head and it impacted on the shells which was bound to attract some kind of attention. He looked up hopefully at my body for a second and then returned back to wailing.

"Don't" , I whispered. "Please stop."

I could still hear the crying of Aaya outside, and there were more voices. Most of the Indians had heard.

"Peter! Please!" , I yelled. He didn't hear a thing.

Suddenly I began to cry with the unfairness of it all. I was causing them pain, wasting their tears and emotion. I felt sickened just watching Peter alone, to watch him like that. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. Harder than reading the speech at Martina's funeral, harder than those days after her death, harder than anything else I had ever encountered. It was more painful than death itself.

Fwoomp.

Wind blew into my eyes as I was bracing myself for a hard landing. No such thing occurred. I tried to signify my location.

"Martina?"

"I'm here."

She came to my side and wrapped her arms around me.

"Where are we?," I mumbled.

"I like it here. It's peaceful, and I thought it best to bring you to it."

I lifted my head and frowned. This place was all too familiar.

"Is this my clifftop?"

She smiled. "Yes."

It was the clifftop outside camp. It was beautiful. My eyesight was in HD, the gleam of the sun shone a thousand different colours on the blades of grass that blew swiftly in the gentle breeze.

"Why'd you bring me here?"

She frowned at me. "It was better than having you ball your eyes out at the sight of your own body."

"I wasn't crying because of my body! I was crying because seeing everybody mourning…and Peter…and…"

"Sorry, Rem. I know. I know what it's like. It was no picnic watching you guys when I died."

"Yeah well, don't commit suicide then. It might be less painful," I snapped.

I turned away from her but instantly regretting my thoughtless stab at my sister.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"It's okay," she said softly. "Are you mad, Rem? That I left?"

I sighed. "No…I'm just going through emotional stress. Nothing out of the ordinary for a teenage girl who's just been murdered and is now having a normal conversation with her dead sister."

I sat down on the grass.

"As you do," Martina said, sitting beside me.

I pondered my next question. I fidgeted. "Marty?"

"Yeah?"

"Well…now what?"

"Oh…well, I've got something to tell you."

"Keep going."

"I had a little chat with a few kind souls earlier before you set out to find Hook. I knew you were being a prat and that you were going to be killed, so I had a back-up plan."

"Okay…"

"I've stored my memories. All of you, and of what you've done ever since you came to Neverland. These souls are nice but they aren't the emotional-huggy-sensitive type. I had to make them see that you were worthy of staying in physical form, whether it be here or back home."

A tingling sensation went down my spine. "And did you?!"

She laughed at my enthusiasm. "Thankfully, yes. Now you've got a choice. You can either move on into the next stage or go back…I'm not sure there's much prizes to guess what you're gonna pick."

I smiled. "You know me too well."

She nodded. "I love you, little sis. I'll always be watching you. Just be a bit more careful, yeah? This offer ain't gonna come up again anytime soon."

"I will."

"Good. I guess we'll get to catch up another time. I might just have a wonder into your dreams one of these nights."

"I honestly wouldn't mind," I said truthfully.

She laughed. "It's a date. You're going back now, okay? Tell loverboy I said hi."

I groaned. "On second thoughts, I might be busy that night."

She just shook her head at me, smiling. I stood and she did, giving me a huge hug.

"See you later," she whispered.

And then she and the scenery disappeared out of view, and it was only black.

A huge impact came into my chest as I took my first breath. My eyes flew open and I was staring at the tent roof. I couldn't believe I was back. I turned my head, expecting to find Peter sitting there.

But he wasn't there. I sat up shakily, trying to get used to my physical body. I noticed that when I was dead everything felt light-as-a-feather, but in physical everything was heavy, including myself. I dragged my legs around and set my feet on the ground, preparing to stand. There was no movement outside, no voices. I winced. The village was in mourning.

I stood and felt the blood rush into my legs. It was a relieved feeling, and I sighed peacefully. Now I just had to show the others I wasn't really dead and then they'd stop obsessing over my once dead body, seeing as I'd felt bad enough already.
I walked out of the tent quietly. Nobody was around outside. Thin black smoke still seeped out of the gone-out fire in the middle of the village.

"Hello? Peter? Curly? Aaya, Tootles?"

No answers. I decided to try another.

"Raybha?"

"My dear, I knew you wouldn't stay in the spirit world. At least not for long, anyhow."

She stepped out of a tent facing me, her face full of wonder.

"Raybha, I-"

"No! No time for chat! You must go to the others! Show you are not dead, they won't believe an old Indian like me! Go, child!"

"Where?"

"The clifftop! They're having a memorial service!"

I sprang into action and leaped over the logs at the fire at full speed. I ripped towards the clifftop, trying not to think about breathing. I was focused on finding them, bringing peace to them, to all of them.

"Remy was a good person. A kind, brave, and joking person…"

There were no winds, and I was close enough to hear Curly beginning his speech about me. I wiped tears away from my eyes, they annoyingly blurred my vision.

"She was here for a task, and I never thought I would ever really associate with her. But that changed for when I met her myself. She joked we would be best friends, and looking back, I thought she was mental. But I, like everybody else, grew to love her. The thought didn't cross my mind that she wouldn't…wouldn't make it."

He paused.

"But she didn't. She's –"

"WAIT!"

I stopped at the cliff. "Hang on…," I said breathlessly. I put one arm on my right knee and pointed my finger in the air. "Just gimme a second…"
The pain in my chest relieved a little so I stood up straight.

Everybody was gaping at me.

And I mean everybody. Even the freakin' birds were having a gawk.

"Oh…er…hi, peeps. What's the craic?"

Curly stared at me frightfully.

I frowned. "What?"

He seemed terrified I'd spoken to him. "Are…are you a ghost?," he barely managed.

My face dropped. "Honestly, Curls. You'd think that seeing as we're bestos you'd know whether or not I was the real deal. And no, by the way. I'm not a ghost."

The tension relieved in his face, and he looked like Curly again. I smiled.

"REMY!"

Aaya ran towards me and folded me into her arms. I hugged her back.

"Nice to see you again," I said happily.

Another person joined the hug, and the sight of an orange curl told me Curly was back. He hugged my back as Aaya had my front. We were all laughing.

Cheers erupted from the Indians and the ground was shaking with the jumping and dancing. I was squished as many more people joined the hug, but I didn't care. I shrugged out of it and the others began dancing around.

"But where's-"

He was standing about ten metres away from me, his eyes lost. I looked at him carefully for any signs of Curly-type misunderstanding. But he knew I was real.

"Hey."

His mouth opened but he didn't seem to find any words. So he just stood there like a random goldfish staring me out of it.

I walked towards him until we were face to face and stared him straight in the eyes. It was only a second before the seriousness disappeared and I burst out laughing straight into his face, pulling him into a hug. I could feel him shaking as well.

"You okay?"

"Better now you're here," he croaked.

I set him in front of me. He was crying, not laughing.

"Please! Not the waterworks! You're killing my buzz! It's not allowed!"

"It is," he insisted. "You've just died and now returned from the dead. What do you expect me to do?"

"I didn't expect you to cry anyway!"

He just shook his head and pulled me into another hug. "If you ever leave again to do something stupid like that I'll have to lock you up somewhere."

"Okay," I sighed. "I promise."

"You swear?"

"I swear on my sister's life."

"Good. It's settled then."

"Yeah."

We stood hugging for quite a few minutes.

"Remy?"

"Yeah?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah. Love you too, Pete."