"His voice always rang unobstructed in my mind, and so did his face, but I could never pinpoint who he was exactly. He was like a song with its lyrics comprehendible and its tune clear, familiar and all, yet the title could never be known." Wendy Darling has lost her memories. And every night for the past four years, she dreams of incredible adventures at a faraway island-- her company being a band of young boys, a light that gave off the sound of tinkling bells, and a cunning young boy who tempted her with charming words.