"Poor Nana." Mr. Darling repeated sarcastically as he pulled Nana into the backyard. "Oh, yes, poor Nana. But poor Father? Oh, no.

"Blast it, where is that rope?" he asked before Nana holding the rope with her mouth.

"Oh, thank you." Mr. Darling said as he took and tied it around her collar when he noticed the sad expression on her face.

"Dash it all, Nana. D...don't loot at me like that. It's nothing personal. It's just that...well, you're not really a nurse at all, you're…well, a dog."

Mr. Darling filled Nana's bowl with water from the fountain and set it down in front of her, adding. "And the children aren't puppies, they're people. And sooner or later, Nana, people have to grow up."

"But, Mother, I don't want to grow up." begged Wendy, whom her mother kissed on the forehead and tucked into bed, saying. "Now, dear. Don't worry about it any more tonight."

"He called Peter Pan 'absolute poppycock.'" John said, recalling what his father had said.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it, John." Mrs. Darling assured as she put his glasses and bandana on his nightstand. "Your father was just upset."

"Poor Nana," Michael repeated, sniffling."Out there all alone."

"No more tears, Michael. It's a warm night. She'll be all right." Mrs. Darling said as she pulled his covers over him and kissed his forehead.

But as she walked away, Michael called. "Mom?"

"What is it dear?"

"Buried treasure."

He held, in his hand, the cuff links Mr. Darling was trying to find, letting them fall into his mother's own hand.

"Now, don't judge your father too harshly, children." Mrs. Darling said as she walked to the window. "After all, he really loves you very much."

But as she closed it, Wendy called. "Oh, don't lock it, Mother. He might come back."

"He?"

"Yes. Uh, Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him."

"Oh? And what's that?"

Wendy yawned as she replied. "His shadow."

"Shadow?" repeated her mother.

"Nana had it, but I...I took it away." Wendy explained as she drifted off to sleep.

"Oh? Yes, of course. Good night, dear." Mrs. Darling said as she turned off the light and close the door.

From inside the drawer, I could see Wendy sound asleep through the keyhole, filled with sympathy for her.

Basil patted me comfortingly, saying. "While I understand your concern, Dawson, there's unfortunately nothing we can do to prevent this from happening."

"But, what if she needs help, Basil?" I asked.

"Wendy's a big girl, Doctor, metaphorically speaking." said Basil. "She can take care of herself."

I let loose a sigh. "I guess you're right."

"I know I am." replied Basil. "Now, come on. Help me get this drawer open."

As Basil and I tried using a spool as a ram to push open the drawer, we heard a rattling sound.

"We're not the only ones in here, aren't we, Basil?" I asked.