Ever since Summer was little girl, she loved stories. Especially fairytales. No, not the regular "the prince saves the princess and they live happily ever after" type. Those were "okay", but she loved creative ones like Pinokkio, The Little Mermaid, and Peter Pan. Ahh Peter Pan. That was her favorite. She always wanted her own Peter Pan to come and take her away from her dull and boring life and off to Neverland. Of course she knew that couldn't happen, but she loved thinking about it. Maybe her Peter Pan was out there somewhere. Maybe she's just looking for the wrong person. Maybe Neverland isn't as far away as she thinks it is.