<div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Peter Pan</u></b><br/>
<i>Riding the Highway</i><br/>​</div>Wind blasted against the skin of his face as he let himself fall, let himself plummet towards the clingy whites and greys below. He dove through the mist and soon dashed out and up with a mythical speed. Peter laughed, it was free laughter, laughter that did not worry about the opinions of others, about the<i>looks </i>he might get from others that did not share his optimism. He swooped up and around Fable, his eyes locked on Tink, he loved flying but he loved the way she flew even more. There was something magical about the soft flutter of her wings, the way they carried here with an ease he wished he could mimic. Allas, Peter did not have wings. He cupped Fable's cheeks between his hands and squished his face playfully a flash of mischief in Peter's eyes as he watched the youngster doggy paddle through the air.<br/><br/>"You can fly!" Pan announced.<br/>"Of course you can fly, I would've remembered a boy with such light in their eyes." He continued happily<br/><br/>Peter dashed around Fable and towards Tink the earlier sparks of green not lost on him, he circled her round and round before he took her hand in his, a soft squeeze, fingers curled between hers.<br/>"We have to find this<i>Estate</i>Tink, Wendy is there." Peter laughed.<br/>"We need to find Wendy and return things to the way they were." Pan finished, his voice suddenly laced with an icy cold. "Like<i>we</i>agreed."<br/>"Fable!" Pan called "Where is their hideout?"<br/><br/>Fable still stumbled through the air, his body dropped and rose in an indecisive pattern, the young man still unsure if he<i>could</i>actually fly or if this was all some strange and twisted dream. Or a nightmare.... caused by the hours upon hours he spent within the Starstruck on the Wright reading and telling tales of Neverland, of Peter Pan, Wendy and Tinkerbell, of the Boys he was now suddenly a part of. The man's fingers traced across his smooth complexion as he paddled forward and watched in awe at the display Peter and Tinkerbell put on, their movements elegant and smooth. It was like a beautiful merging of souls as if each and every move they made was telegraphed telepathically, were known with a depth of mutual understanding.<br/><br/>"Up the hillside, overlooking the great sea!" Fable shouted back his finger pulling away from his skin and tracing a path towards the Darling Estate. A large collection buildings surrounded by an even larger grounds, all encased and hidden away behind blackened steel gates.<br/>"Wonderful!" Pan exclaimed<br/><br/>Without warning his grip on Tink's hand tightened and he swirled around Fable, taking his hand too. Then he dashed, dashed with an urgency and speed. As they fell the air was beat out of their lungs, Peter crowed with excitement. His voice disappeared into the the distance whilst they dove towards the estate. Towards a singular room where the glow of orange light cascaded into the night sky. A singular room where life was, whilst the rest of the grounds where kept in an eerie darkness, a deathly silence.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>James Dameron</u></b><br/>
<i>Starstruck on the Wright</i><br/>​</div>James watched as Wendy shifted, she made a sound, one that pushed James into a protective state within an instant, his hairs raised across his arms as an assault of goosebumps ran across his skin. Her eyes widened like she had just spotted some impossible thing within the city streets. He followed her gaze and frowned as the orange flame flickered between them. With a snap he suffocated the light as his thumb pressed the metal lid over the wick. He had seen people leave, perhaps they had gone the other way, the image of shadows in the sky just a trick of the light. He took a long drag from his own cigarette, Wendy's reaction unexpected, she tittered nervously and he could see her body tighten into a fight or flight situation. James let both his hands fall on Wendy's shoulders, his fingers tightening in a soft reassuring squeeze as his lips tightened and his breath sucked at the cigarette butt. The tobacco smoldered, a glow lighting his face, a glimmer to his eyes as he searched hers, trying to guess how far he could push here.<br/><br/><i>Please......Please....</i><br/><br/>"Wendy..." James sighed, smoke dancing from his mouth and nose as he spoke. "You speak of Peter Pan with a longing, with a need to be reunited yet.... Anything reminiscent of Neverland sends you into a spiral.<i>If </i>Pan is real, like you say he is and<i>if </i>he ever comes back for you<i>would</i>you go back..... or would you go mad?" He asked.<br/><br/>There was a tone to his voice that surprised even himself, it was cold, precise and logical, so unlike James. It was the complete opposite of the comfort he was trying to convey and so he sucked in another breath before pulling the butt from his mouth, flicking it across the street and watching it bounce in an explosion of cinders and sparks.<br/><br/>"Listen, you need to<i>accept</i>Neverland and everything else you've brought with you. I ask that you join me inside, you can stay close to me, I<i>will </i>protect you. We will try and have a drink<i>but!</i>If its too much simply pull my arm and we'll be off again." James explained.<br/><br/>He stepped forward towards Wendy and offered her his arm once more, the strong and sturdy anchor she could cling too, he would keep her grounded, he would protect her. It was his job after all. He mused at her earlier words, about flying and he pondered at the thought of icy winds up in the crisp night sky pulling at his cheeks. He saw the figures from before jump<i>up </i>into the mist once more before he shook his head in disbelief.<br/><br/>"You know Wendy, I think you're a bad influence on me... I'm day dreaming about<i>flying.</i>" James chuckled as he pulled her through the door, a soft jingle of bells announcing their entrance as they stepped into the warmth and noise.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Peter Pan</u></b><br/>
<i>Darling Estate</i>​</div><br/>Peter grinned through the window, at the fat man that sat before the hearth, his chest rising and falling in the peaceful state of sleep. Wild oily hair pulled back, old and matted. The man wore a suit that probably wouldn't fit him twenty years ago, his face was full of worry, the kind only grown-ups carried. Signs of old age littered his face, soft folds, black smudges beneath his eyes, streaks of grey mixed within his hair and eyebrows. The fire had long since dropped to a slow smolder, the wood slowly sinking through its own weight, the occasional spark send skittering through the ashes. Pan's eyes lit up as he remembered the man as a boy, Pan remembered all of the boys, boys from a time long past. From a time when he would take them and bring them back after just<i>one</i>night. But that was no fun, no fun at all Peter wanted to keep the boys he took. Wanted them to be part of<i>his </i>Neverland. Peter's grin widened as he turned back towards Tink and Fable, his fingers already working the window latch.<br/><br/>"It's George Tink.... do you remember George? He was always so<i>loud</i>!" Peter laughed<br/><br/>Peter cocked his head as he slowly pulled the window open, letting himself glide inside and motioning to both Fable and Tink to follow.<br/><br/>"Lets ask George some questions.... Perhaps he knows what happened to Wendy, why Neverland is going back to what it<i>was.</i>" Pan hissed