Wendy Darling put aside her book and went to open the window. She relished the cool night air on her warm face and she remained hovering over the ledge for a moment, her eyes closed. She cast her glance up to the heavens above and sighed. Her eyes had been on the stars…or one particular star, the second star to the right. She always hoped to see a figure zooming toward her in the night sky but she never saw him coming. It had been four years since Peter Pan had brought her and her brothers back from Neverland and she dreamed of him every night. As she grew older, her mother asked her if any lad in London held her heart and she always said no. But the fact was a lad did in fact hold her heart. She had given him her hidden kiss four years prior but of course she mentioned none of this to her family. Her brothers knew. They had witnessed what the kiss had done for Peter Pan—it had saved his very life. But Peter was always to be a little boy and he never wanted to grow up. So he had said goodbye to Wendy and her brothers and had gone back to Neverland, promising never to forget about her. Now she feared he had. After years of staring out the window, Wendy thought it was time to move on and agree to a date the next time she was asked.

Wendy had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her long blonde hair, like her mother's, was curled and fell neatly about her shoulders unless she put it up in an elegant bun like the women of England did. Her bright blue eyes sparkled like the stars in the heavens and her features were soft and pretty. She had grown tall and slender and had developed lovely curves, as a woman should. She dreaded the corsets she had to wear in polite society but they only elongated her figure and made her look more womanly. And her father said everyday that she now possessed a woman's chin. Wendy had heard that statement before she turned thirteen, right before she had gone to Neverland. She turned away from the window and caught her reflection in the mirror. She touched a hand to her cheek and sighed. Even if Peter did come back, he would never recognize her. She had become a woman and he would never understand that. Turning away from the mirror, she settled into her chair and picked up her book again. It wasn't long before she fell asleep in the chair, dreaming of Neverland and the boy who would never grow up. All the while she slept, a strange boy peered into the window and watched her still form. He longed to fly through the window but he held himself back. A bright light appeared by his side but he ignored it, his focus on the sleeping woman in the chair. Something pulled at his hair and he swatted at it once before turning away and flying off into the sky.