Sometimes, when she stretches out her arms, as far as they can go-stretches until her shoulders ache and her back feels stretched to it's limit, sometimes, just then, before she can't hold out anymore-she can feel him.

A light brush against her fingers, like leaves swaying in the breeze, just a soft touch-warm like sunlight, and rough like his callused palm. So very brief. So tantilyizingly real, so, so, so dangerously close.

For that moment, she can feel the heat of the sun beating down on her hair, she can feel the grass under her feet, and the dirt on her skin. She can taste the berrys and the ocean on her tongue, she can feel the rough wool dress, hanging about her knees. And she can feel his hand in hers, pulling her ever closer.

Her arms, screaming in agony-simply cannot hold out any longer, and fall back to her sides. And just like that, Neverland is ripped away from her.

She opens her eyes, blue as the neverland oceans, filled with the deepest sadness, and glares up at the grey london sky. Her body aches, and she clutches her dress in her throbbing palms, and curses at the gritty buildings. Her voice like a soothing song, turning rough and broken-her pain ringing through, slicing through the skies, echoing into the world she's left behind.

Time passes, though she resists as much as she can. Her hair grows long, her soft curls brushing her hips-her body becomes smooth and soft, her fingers long and gentle. Her lips plump and soft. But the one thing that never changes, is her eyes. So bright blue, deep with hidden pain-deep with dreams.

Her stories still fill the nights, much darker and colder than they were two years ago, with adventure. The eyes of her brothers, and the lost boys keep her going. They're just so trusting, beliving in her, when she whispers that he'll come back for them. That he's The Invincible Pan and he'll never forget..

They lay their heads down, closing their eyes, and returning home. Just for a few breif moments. Their innocence saving them, for a while longer.

Her name twines with his, so easily-like it was meant to be there. To be tangled up in his. To be dragged along through the adventures, and the games. Like her destiny was far away from the home she thought she knew, in London.

No, she was foolish to think that she could ever belong here. The parties and the dresses, the corsests and the hair pins that gave her headaches. She shoved them away, and waited by her window, night after night. Her pale cheek pressed against the glass-staring up at that one star.

"Second star to the right, and straight on till morning.."

It's always gleamed brighter, like the twinkle in his eye. Like the sound of his laugh, like the warmth of his smile.

She would reach out to that star, and try in vain to reach it. Knowing she never would, but she still tried anyway, reaching and grasping, leaning so far out her window-that if she moved just a bit farther, she imagined, she could fly right back to him.

She was reaching for the sky, reaching so far, that she could feel his hand on hers. She clutched it tightly, knowing it would dissapear in a moment, breathing in the scent of fairy dust, ocean, fresh dirt, and neverland. Hearing his chuckle, the faint sound of her name on his lips-breathing it deep into her heart, where it would never fade.

Her arms ached, and she let them fall back, grasping at the curtains for support, not yet willing to open her eyes and be greeted with the empty london street. The tears fell, streaking her cheeks with dreams, and her lips formed his name, calling, pleading, begging for him to come and take her away.

"Oh Peter, please remember me.."

"I never forgot."

Green eyes, tousled curls, boyish grins, dirty hands, and pixie dust. A little faith, a little trust, and love... can bring you home everytime.