"Who are you?" you ask the stranger.

"Wendy? Is that you?" he asks you. "Tinkerbell told me you wouldn't look a child. I didn't believe her at first but I noticed that I-"

"Tinkerbell?" you ask. You haven't heard that name ever since you left London. Last you recall, she was a fictional fairy your mother made up.

"Wendy. It's me Peter."

"No. No no no." you slowly back away to the door, should you need to run. "Mother told me you aren't real. And even if you are, you are suppose to be thirteen. You look like my brother's age if anything. And my name isn't Wendy."

"You have to be Wendy." He points to the girl in the photo. "This is you." As wary as you were of the man, he didn't seem to be harmful. The windows were open as well and people were outside. If he tried anything, you would be able to use the defense moves your brother taught you and scream for help. Slowly you walk up to him.

"This is me." you point to yourself. You then point to your mother. "This is my mother. Wendy."

"Wendy Darling?"

"Wendy L/n now."

"It can't be. Wendy was only twelve the last time I saw her. She said she didn't want to grow up. She said she wanted to be with me."

"My mother was twelve, thirty years ago. Now are you okay sir?" This man was crazy but harmless you thought. He must of been some boy who happened to learn about Never Land from your parents or someone else.

"No. How could she lie to me like this?" he turns to you and begins laughing. "This is a joke. This woman isn't Wendy. Not my Wendy. But you." he points to you. "You must be Wendy." Now you begin to felt scared. You slowly backed away and then bolted to leave the room. You were about to get out when he appears in front of you.

"Don't lie to me 'Wendy.' You promised we would be together forever."

"I am not Wendy!" you shout. Your scream should of been loud enough. Someone should be nearby. You do hear the sounds of footsteps, but so does he. He then grabs you and begins running towards the back window.

"Come on 'Wendy!' We are going back to Never land, just like you wanted." He jumps out the back window and you hold on tightly fearing your life. You thought he was some crazy man, but considering how you were literally flying, terrified you. Was he really Peter Pan? If he was, why does he want you, a woman who was now 'grown up?'