Peter looked out upon the clear blue water of Neverland's last city standing. The pirates were merciless in destroying the homelands of many creatures, particularly the Lost Boys. He had sworn revenge on their entire company countless times. He did so again as he rolled onto his back in the grass.

The mermaids had said once the ship was destroyed, Hook would be rendered powerless. Either they were wrong or a backup ship had slipped under the radar. These thoughts had plagued the boy's mind since he watched the grass of his homeland burn to the ground. The memory haunted him, driving him mad with rage. He wanted only one thing. He wanted the pirates to suffer as greatly as he had that day.

"Are you lost in thought again?"

The pleasant voice lifted his spirits. He smiled up at the girl above him, wondering if she knew how wonderfully she affected his dark mood. If he believed in any deity, he would surely thank them for her. She was one of the few to escape the wildfire. At the tender age of 16, she was considered to have reached maturity, but Peter wouldn't hear of her venturing off alone.

Alice reminded him too much of Wendy to let her walk away. She seemed to not understand where she was. At night, she awoke with terrible nightmares, screaming about a place called "Wonderland." Peter had told her many times that this was Neverland, but she never seemed to understand. Wonderland bordered Neverland. Peter assumed that she must've crossed the border without noticing.

The beautiful blond grabbed his attention immediately. She laid down next to him in the grass and looked up at the puffy clouds with him, pointing out interesting ones. She pointed out a rabbit with a pocket watch. She seemed to think he was late for something. He chuckled at that one. She certainly was a bit odd.

As he looked over at her in her pretty dress and realized, that's what he liked about her. What had she called Wonderland again? Whimsical… She was wonderfully whimsical. She had also proven herself to be quite helpful by suggesting they ask the mermaids for advice. Mermaids are quite wise, despite their gorgeous appearances.

Peter sighed and sat up, feeling the grass beneath the palm of his hand. It reminded him once again of the terrible fate of his home. His jaw stiffened and he gripped the blades between his fingers. What right had Hook had to take everything from him? The two had reached an agreement, if Pan took Wendy home, no more fighting would happen.

"Yellowbellied scoundrel…" muttered Pan.

"Peter!" Alice scolded, "You can't let him affect you so much. My mother always used to say grudges are for little boys, not men."

Peter's brows furrowed together, "Do you know me at all? This war has forced me to be a man. I- I never asked for this!"

He rose and walked away, leaving Alice to look after him. There was nothing he could say to her to make her understand, this was who he was now. He was troubled and felt prematurely pushed toward maturity. He couldn't just decide to grow up overnight; these things took time! That's what nobody understood.

He turned around, unsure of what to say to Alice. He almost ran to her and begged her to fix everything. He wanted to confess everything to her. She had a calming way of making him understand the faults in his plans and improving them. He wasn't sure what he would do if he turned around. Things could go south very fast if she did not approve. No, she would never approve.

A small voice in his ear asked, "Are you going to go through with this?"

Peter jerked his head backward, looking for the source of the voice. He visibly relaxed, noting the small circular light. It was only Tinkerbell. That didn't help him to answer her question. He didn't know if he could actually accomplish his goal, but the memory of his ruined home fueled the fire in his heart. Hook had to pay.

"Yes," Peter replied, "I'm going to kill Captain Hook and end this once and for all."