Ray stuck out his hand, and Peter shook it. The two boys looked each other in the eyes, and Wendy could have sworn they communicated far more than they said. "Some day," Ray said.
"I look foreword to it," was all Peter replied. Then Ray leapt from the deck, following Eric's course over the island.
"It is time," Roberts said thoughtfully, "for me to return to my retirement." He lowered himself over the edge of the ship with surprising grace for a man of his years, into a little boat that had waited, unnoticed, in the wake of the ship.
Wendy turned to find Peter looking at her, his gaze as intense as Eric's had been. She threw her arms around him. "How… how did you survive?" she asked, fighting back the tears that were threatening to flow again.
Peter pushed her away very gently. "My sister. And my best friend." He turned away from her, looking down at the Lost Boys. "Let's go home, boys."