A trail of snow ran up the windowsill of a small child's room, with a sparkly hint of what could only be described as magic, though one could not be certain. The glistening snow grew up the sides of the window so as all sides were covered.

Gilbert, the youngest star in the London skies who also happened to be the closest to mortal reality, blinked in astonishment as he noticed a puff of snowflakes appear an arms reach from the familiar house of the Darlings. He blinked only a couple times more before somehow recalling the legend of an immortal boy by the name of … oh what was it? Jake? Jake…. Flake-as in snowflake? Jake Flake… it didn't sound quite right but the little star couldn't think of anything better so went along with his bad memory. This, 'Jake Flake', was a boy who controlled snow, ice, cool breezes and such. He created them with some kind of big stick. Frozen in time, he was, so he stayed the same age or something. Recreated by the moon? What did that elder tell him? Was he, was he evil? Was he… real?

Gilbert squinted, (for bad eyesight ran in his family), and saw a big stick, peculiarly shaped, dancing awkwardly outside, just about where the snowflakes formed. The star blinked a few times more and wished more than ever that he had arms to rub his eyes with, or even legs so he could get a better look. Another puff of snowflakes appeared, in the shape of a sad face and one, if listening carefully enough, could faintly make out the sound of a boys pathetic, lonely laugh.

The young stars' small imagination ran out of control. Gilbert didn't know for sure anything about this boy, or if he even existed, but he had had such little excitement these last few forevers, since sending that Wendy Darling to Neverland, since watching Jane take the journey, Peter Pan had practically never passed by to say hi to the stars nor have the stars been able to prank and laugh at him. Nowadays all Darlings had grown up, Wendy had so unfortunately passed away of old age but she lived a long, happy life and would be remembered by the kind, practical, thoughtful girl she always was. No-one had the heart to tell Peter this news.

Jane and Danny both now had children of their own. Not together, of course. Jane was living in the original Darlings house with her 9 year old son Flynn, husband Rodger, and Nana's great great great great great grandpuppy, Cuddles, as named by Flynn. All the lost boys have grown up to be practical business men now as well.

Point is, the star was so desperate for entertainment he would literally commit star suicide by launching himself across the sky, quite like those shooting stars humans often talk about. So in a chime of almost fairy like bells he passed on a message. A message that would be carried from star to star. To the star to the right of Gilbert, to many, many stars in between, and finally past the second-star-to-the-right's rainbow barriers to slip into the Neverbirds mind. She would then of course take this message to Peter, who would understand completely, or just pretend to and oh so kindly let Tink tell him later.

Gilbert smiled as he shone brighter than any of the whispering stars in the London skies, listening to his message be repeated from star to star, mischievously awaiting the adventure bound to happen, all thanks to him.