Arthur felt the frigid sting of the air breeze upon his nose and smoky wood burn from the hearths of the black bricked blocks of houses, childish laughter and lights of the lantern lit posts and nightlights of safe guard all melded into rivers and streams of lights. Everything seemed to brighten in colours, lights of yellow dust, and white moon, blue nights, and snow pure white. Everything, crystal clear in his mind with no tints of grey, no dark dull hues and the world before him a pure fantasy. And little did he notice the stone wall right before him, going at it full force Arthur couldn't stop himself. Didn't even have a seconds thought to think  putting his arms up try to stand and began to fall closer to the ground, the wall right at his nose---

                 "HEY watch it~!" Reaching out with his bold arms, Peter lifted Arthur up and flung him onto his back, Arthur automatically latching on.

                "The sights are pretty and all but you gotta watch where yer going Artie." He started to laugh simply by Arthur clinging his claws into him.

                "Your-r-r one to talk... shut up." Again a red face for his failure, and instantly faded by the light of the clock and the chorus of the chiming bells growing louder and louder.

                "It's time to go guys!! Hurry up!" Peter shouted behind at two boys, ascending higher and higher into the air and beyond the puffs of clouds. Peter started to push Arthur off, but the other seemed reluctant to let go, afraid of falling again.

                "Hehe it's alright Artie loosen up.... You'll never be able to get to NeverLand if you don't fly~!"

                         "Can't you j-j-just take me there like this?"

               "Nope... you have to fly on your own. My rule~!" He smirked at the other with a mocking chuckle.

                         "Argghh... fine."

               "Hold my hand, and you'll be alright."

 Arthur nodded, taking the large rough hand into his and carefully unfolded himself from the other. He closed his eyes, opening his arms to embrace the open sky with a thundering heart. He feared to open them, feared to wake up and fall on his bed, feared that this would all be a dream and none of it truly happened.

              "Just trust me.... and open your eyes, you have to believe!"

                         'Believe... I have to believe. Says him, it's so easy, arrogant prick. Ok Arthur come on... believe...'

             Lightening the heavy forced weight upon his eyes, he told himself to forget everything. Forget falling... forget that you can even die and peeked through the slits of his eyes.

 Were those stars? He wondered as he opened his eyes more and more. And then... he laughed, nervous at first, then full of confidence and a freedom, the heavy weight lifted from his chest.

 Below so many kilometres, the city of London, and all those laying around it soon you could see Paris, Rome, Berlin, all of those streaming dangling lights, little fires of pixie dust and stars painted the dark blue earth. So much serenity and warmth in the cold winter chill of air breathed itself into Arthur. The beauty of being miles away from home and seeing the world in the blink of an eye, a far off dream put away now realised.

             And Peter though he'd seen the awe of stars before, only a pair of stars truly caught the attention of his eyes. And always wondered why in particular he could never stop gazing into them, feeling... a gravitational pull. The only thing... he could never fly away from. Only admired their twinkling light from a distance and they never once twinkled his way.

             "See... it's not so hard once you get used to it." Peter broke the still air.

             Arthur turned, shuddering, awoken from his dream.

             "I suppose so..."

             The passing glance of discovery... something they both shared while peering into one another for only but a brief moment, before the scarlet beam that was Yao interrupted, and Peter obediently turned away.

             "... Just because I'm following you, it no mean anything. I still hate you, ass." He puckered his sour lips, and furrowing those pencil thin eyebrows.

                         "At least you're talking to me~~." The other leered his fangs a little.

             "Aiiiyah.... I hope your stupid face gets punched."

             "So... where are we going exactly?" Matthew began this nervous thought, the little detail that seemed well... missing. He knew from Arthur stories to be the "Second Star to the Right", but they were rather vague. Any of these stars could be the 'Second to the Right.'

            "That star over there, silly." Peter blatantly pointed out. Matthew just shook his head, seeing the general direction of the clustered lights.

             And Peter who flew dab in the middle of the line, too awe inspired to even talk. Or preferably, he had at least 1000 things to say at his amazement of the entire flight. And still he'd yet to see NeverLand, which would add 1000 more things of the great list of compliments and exaggerations he could speak.

             Arthur though, could somehow point out the bright blue star in the midst of all the others, and asked.

             "How long are we from here....?" All he got in reply, Peter linked their hands.

                         "Just tell the other's to hang on tight." Again, the arrogance in his fangs, gleaming, got Arthur nervous. The wicked smirk could never be trusted, and did as he was told, all of them making a train.

             Before he could even analyze another question to his lips, all three of the Darling brothers jerked and swayed, with the renegade Pan.

             And all three could not close their eyes being swarmed into the phase of pale egg blue light, glistening before their eyes, and the stars faded into the light.

             Little Pete reached out with hands, and it the trail of magic turned to water in his hands. Matthew's hand slipped slowly and he tried to pull on screaming the faster they went. And Arthur who still had a disbelief he'd still be living, and flying all in once. But soon he felt their hands slip, Pete's little fingers clawing in, just were barely enough, their links tearing away at the intensity. Closing his eyes Arthur didn't know what would happen next.

             The wind whipped and whistled quietly. He clenched his hand and felt no little fingers gripping onto his empty bare palm.

 'Are we dead? Or did we get lost in space?' The fear to open his eyes made him wonder if he was even flying... or falling. It'd be hard to tell. Yet there seemed to be a familiar rustle that sounded like shushing, something comforting him that everything would be fine.

   'I couldn't even begin to describe the wonder before me. The sea, the placid blue, gleaning and groaning to life with the whipping wind against tips of the white cloud waves. The brine of sea, the salt in the air, and mocking seagulls flapping their wings beside our hair. As one would look up as I did towards the horizon ahead, the glorious sight of the Grand Island from the tallest peak down to the green moss base, contrasted darkly against the shining sun, whom spanned his arms to embrace his warmth to the world around. What I had once seen in my dreams.... perhaps this would still be a dream within a dream? And yet, I knew it twas not. For I had someone to hold me, and keep me from waking up. Some sort of proof to my mind, it could never be anymore real. It was there. And now I felt a dreading notion I would never want to leave, nor would I want to. Scattered smoke billowed from the Eastern edge, perhaps the natives on the hunt again. To the end in front of me, the silent lagoon still echoed the high sopranos and altos of last nights melodies sung gayly to the moon. And to the far West of my eyes, the one thing that excited me the most... the dark ship, of metal black covered in winter's frost, unbeknownst of our whereabouts or existence. But I could feel it stir. Soft strums of strings and a handsome alto behind them, drunken brutes dancing the heavy clinking boots upon the floor, and the "slinchk" sound of metal scraped and chipped off the Redwood, the short stout ends of daggers thrown about.'

             With now his eyes open to the world, Arthur asked,"Where am I?" Though he already knew.

             Then something giggled, lowering his head down, and whispered gently into his ears, pulling Arthur close as if he'd drop him from hearing the very words, though Peter knew he never would.

             "NeverLand."