Wendy took a deep breath in as her feet touched the moss-covered ground. Despite her protests, this felt a bit like home. It seemed like her worries and cares were lessened when she was here. She turned and smiled at Peter.

"I've missed this. I've missed you," she said, reaching for and squeezing his hand.

Peter felt her hand's pressure and the brilliance of her smile throughout his entire body. He was momentarily frozen.

Wendy nudged him with her shoulder and lifted an eyebrow. "Peter?"

Peter shook himself. "Sorry. Now that you're here, what do you want to do?" He felt so awkward. As much as he wanted to be around her, Peter had never felt this much at odds. Clearly all the time alone had done a number on his social skills.

"Explore," she replied, making it sound like a question. "Would that be alright? It is so beautiful here, and I'd love to see everything again."

"A tour it is! Let's go!"

They began by circling the island from the clouds. Not much seemed to have changed, Wendy thought. They flew past towering mountains and the lagoon. Soon she noticed the main difference.

"No pirates?" she asked when they perched on a large rock in one of the many bays.

"They come and go," Peter replied. "We have our skirmishes, but with Hook gone, they aren't the constant problem that they were before."

Wendy climbed from the rock and walked towards the shore. She stopped at the edge and knelt to take off her shoes.

"What are you doing?"

"I've dreamed about Neverland at night. I always wanted to walk in the surf, and regretted not doing it when I was here. Are you coming?" she asked when she saw his confused expression. After a few seconds lapsed, Peter scurried after her.

Wendy let out a joyful laugh as she spun around, her bunched-up dress in one hand, and the other arm extended gracefully. She halted when Peter grabbed her hand.

"Don't stop, let me spin you," he said, holding her hand up and applying a little pressure. She smiled and twirled under his arm. Wendy spun and spun until she stopped and clasped Peter's shoulder.

She laughed, "I'm so dizzy, let's walk for a bit." She held fast to Peter's hand as they continued through the waves.

"Wendy," Peter finally asked, "where have you been?"

"Why, I've been at school, Peter, at college."

"Ugh, for all that time?"

Wendy chuckled. "Not for all of it. Oh you'd be so proud. I'm a writer, Peter! Well," she shrugged, "I'm trying to be, anyway. I'm writing our stories and other stories. I want to publish them so that everyone can enjoy them."

"That's fabulous!" Peter said. "Will you tell me some of them?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"