She was here, a dark smile coiling onto boyish lips at the forest dweller hummed in delight. The dark mass that slipped between the shadows of this world and hers had brought just what he wanted, the price of which Pan was more than willing to pay if it gave him what he wanted. He was always willing to pay any price should it deliver what he wished for. Arm reaching out, the blonde pointed towards one of the older boys milling about the camp, the quiet whoosh that followed was all Pan needed to know before he turned his back. Screams of terror soon filled the forest, the child chosen by the leader himself stolen away by a dark mass they all knew to steer clear of. Whatever had caused him to be plucked from the crowd of boys, no one knew and they didn't care to find out either.<br/><br/>For a long moment he just waited, watched, perched atop a nearby tree as he gazed down at the familiar girl. For quite some time she had been visiting here in her sleep -- though whether or not she knew it was entirely different. She had wormed her way into Pan's every waking thought, fingers itching to wrap around her pale neck in retribution for it. The boy held back however, standing straight on the long branch and with a quick hop, he floated down to earth, feet connecting with the grass with a soft rustle of its leaves. "I apologize for the shock," a fake tone of apology rang out in a mild tenor, Pan standing just out of arms reach should he startle her. "Tori," her name lilted off his lips as sweet as sugar, the smile kind and unassuming. "I'm sure this is all quite a shock for you, isn't it?" Words hummed with a quiet chuckle as emerald eyes shone with the mischief only the one and only Peter Pan could muster.