Peter Pan

"Pepsi. I like it much better."

"How do you even lose your own shadow?"

"How do you not?"

"A shadow.. Missing a person?" Julie thought for a few moments, listening to the rest of the mysterious boy’s words. “How does one lose a shadow a second time.." A smile fell on her lips. “Well, you’re in luck. There seems to have been another shadow hassling mine for quite some time now. I thought I was just seeing things.." The blonde shrugged her shoulders. Well that’s new.

"Not second time more like tenth time. Most of the time my shadow doesn't go as far as the mainland." He shrugged, "YAY! You've found it!"

"No thanks. I'll stick with my pepsi."

"I don't know, the pirates in neverland are pretty real."

"People here make absolutely no sense. I like I like the pirates better."

"I agree, it is disgusting. I would rather have Sunny-D."

"I never want to have alcohol again. I'll stick with Pepsi."

"Couldn't they just go watch a film or something? Instead of drinking alcohol."

"What else can you agree to?"

"What else do you want me to agree to?"

"No, I don’t. I’d prefer it if there was less banter, and more smores over a fire along with a nice glass of milk."

"Less banter and more smores. I can agree to that."

It was a cold winter night in early 20th Century London, and everyone was out partying; celebrating the new year. Jenny had been watching over the children of a very wealthy banker. As his wife came home early from the annual “New Years Ball," Jenny said goodbye to them and decided to go for a walk to the park.

Peter had been spending the day flying around London looking for his shadow. It seemed to have disappeared. So far he was having no luck finding his lost shadow. Peter had flown around the park so many times he had lost count. He was hoping the shadow would appear. So far it hasn't. He was starting to fall asleep.