Wendy wants to return to Neverland, sometimes. She wants that carefree feeling, she wants the feeling of having adventures and a purpose other than having children. Wendy has dreams of exotic little girls, and swears she can hear the name "Tiger Lily" being whispered right before she wakes up. In her dreams, neither she or the little girl is shy anymore, and Wendy can grab fistfulls of silky black hair as she kisses the child. Wendy can't believe her time in Neverland was spent thinking she was so in love with a boy who was really so in love with himself.

"We're the same, she and I," Wendy sighs to herself. "Only I've had the sense to move on. Has she? Would things be different now?" Wendy ponders these questions as she cleans the house, puts her daughter to bed.

Wendy wants to go to Neverland, to seek out that little girl, to shake her and make her realize she really is great, and doesn't need to wait for that Peter Pan. Because perhaps Wendy could be that someone better.