"Peter!" she nearly shouted, as she scrambled from the sheets. Peter almost fell from his perch. He hadn't anticipated her seeing him or even remembering him. As he backed up to allow her to open the window, he felt something he hadn't before. He had no idea what it was. He had the oddest desire to give Wendy a thimble. He couldn't drag his eyes away from her lips and noticed that she had developed some very nice curves under her nightie. When he finally tore his eyes away from her body back to her eyes he was speechless from the weight of these strange feelings.
"Wendy. I – I…"
"Oh Peter! You've…you've grown up. Well, you're older, I mean. I thought you had forgotten all about me."
"I could never forget you, Wendy." He then became rather embarrassed, "It was awful after you left. I came back for you, but you weren't here."
"I went to school, and then toured Europe. I can't believe you're here. I thought – I feared – I wondered if it had all been a fantastic dream."
"Why? Wendy. Oh Wendy come back to Neverland with me, will you? Right now?
"Peter, I can't go and stay, I have a home here and people who would miss me."
"Then come to visit. Please!"
"Alright, let me leave a note for my parents and the boys. Oh they'll be so jealous that I went without them."
"I want to be only with you, Wendy. Let's go." And off they flew into the night.