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It was a lively, Friday night at Neverland. It usually was. Something felt off to Peter that night though. He kept looking over his shoulder, checking to see if there was someone following him. He told himself it was all in his head though as he continued to pour himself another drink behind the bar. It was his party, every night, and he would do as he pleased. He'd made a few patrons some more drinks, flirting with the occasional person. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was a presence there that was both familiar and new. He disappeared for a bit into his messy office, retreating a while later after he delt with what he was doing. When he turned the corner to come back out into the club area he froze. There she was. His Wendybird. He would knew the back of her head anywhere. Any and all other thoughts were gone from his head. It was instinct as his feet made their way across the dance floor, pushing past people. When he reached her he placed his hand on her shoulder, and when she turned around a beaming smile came to his face. "I found you. I knew I would."