…when Margaret grows up she will have a daughter, who is to be Peter's mother in turn; and thus it will go on so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless…

…Until Jenny was born. Jenny was Margaret's granddaughter, from the time she was little she feared the thought of Peter Pan coming to get her and whisk her off to Neverland. By the time she was five, she would no longer listen to her mother tell her stories. This was strange, for it was a long tradition that this family tell stories. Every night after her mother left she would jump out of bed and lock the window, then back to her bed and cover up her entire self.

This continued until she was about fourteen, that was when she thought he would never come for her. She never really stopped believing in Peter, so she never stopped locking the window. For her there had never been a bogyman, and there wasn't one now, only Peter. While most girls at this age, if they still believe, think that it would be great fun and exiting to be whisked off in the dead of night by a handsome young boy, she did not.

Now, if you have ever read "Peter and Wendy" then you will know that Wendy's daughters go to Neverland, this was the first not to. For now she is grown up. See, now she is getting married. But what is this, she prays for not a girl, but a boy. Her wish is granted, she never tells him bedtime stories. She locks the window every night. Years of begging her husband finally pay off, they move to America. Now her son is grown and has a son of his own, and his son and his son's son, but now this son has a daughter. By now the art of storytelling is gone. Will this girl change the family?

But during this time we see something else. Peter has not completely forgotten Wendy's family. He came to the house many times only to find himself unable to open the window. (The stars can only open it if the child's heart wishes for Peter as Wendy and her brother's hearts did.) Then returning to find the family gone he has searched everywhere for them. But, alas, all this time in our world has added up to years and he is now about 15, no longer the little boy, but a young man. But he does not realize this, for he might just know where she is now. He saw, the other day, a great flying contraption. Must have been that thing John was always talking about, something called and airplane. Following it, he found that beyond the great water by Wendy's home, there is more land. Perhaps this is where they are.