Peter’s P.O.V. Location: Mermaid Cove.
“Please, I just can’t.” I heard Camo say.
“Camille?” I heard Hook say.
“Just stay away from here. This is over.” Camo said.
“Please-“ Hook started but she cut him off.
“Stay away.” She said. I heard rustling and then she appeared from behind a cluster of trees.
“Peter!” She gasped and fell back.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“James…” She started and her breathing became faster.
“Did he hurt you?” I asked carefully. I swear to God if he hurt her I’m blowing his head off.
“No. We just had an argument.” She sighed, regaining control again.
“What about?” I asked, now curious.
“He wanted me to go back to earth to cause some ruckus. But I told him I can’t waste my time.” She said looking down at her feet.
“You’re my girl.” I smiled at her and she chuckled.
“You’re my boy.” She smiled at me and kissed me. “I have to ask.”
“”What?” I replied.
“Why me?” She asked.
“What do you mean?” I questioned.
“Why did you come to my window when I was ten?” She asked.
“I thought I told you this story before.” I said but she shook her head no. “Well, I heard you calling me. You needed me.”
“I don’t remember calling you.” She said.
“You see, there’s a part in your brain that actually allows you to access Neverland. Yours is the strongest I’ve ever come across, well except for mine. Anyway it’s in the limbic regions to wh-” I started but Camo interrupted.
“Small words please.” She said.
“Right, well it’s a part that connects to your dreams and for some reason yours was calling to me. It’s a bit like a cell phone but there’s nothing tangible about it. I could hear you calling for me. And when I did come to your window, all of those years ago, you were really cute so I figured I was meant to meet you anyway, might as well make you a lost girl.” I finished explaining.
“So this mind thing that connects you to Neverland, how come you don’t hear anyone else calling?” She asked.
“Sometimes I do, but it’s never very strong and most of it comes from kids. Adults are different because this part of the brain deteriorates after time. I estimate it to be almost completely gone by the time a person reaches the age of 25.” I told her. I wasn’t going to get into the part that fully explained that it is part of a region in the brain that also doesn’t show on scans, because that would be too difficult for her to try to understand.
“I know for a fact that Scmee got here when he was at least 45.” She said. “Explain that.”
“Scmee is slightly mentally disabled. He will never lose that part in his brain.” I said.
“And how the hell did you figure this out?” She asked.
“Years and years of research and guessing.” I smiled.
“C’mon. Let’s get out of here.” She said, taking my hands.
“Why so eager to leave?” I asked.
“So I can do some things which the animals don’t need to see. If you get what I’m saying.” She smiled deviously.
“I’ll be up for that.” I laughed.
“Good. Now let’s get back to the madhouse.” Camo responded.
