The storm rages around the Jolly Roger, waves crashing against the dark hull as thunder rolls through Neverland’s sky. The pirates are singing in victory — Hook finally has leverage. In the brig, behind cold iron bars, Lizzy sits clutching her satchel of broken instruments, trembling but trying to keep her voice steady.

When she hears a faint flutter and a whisper of fairy dust, her head jerks up. “Peter? Is that you?” she whispers urgently through the shadows. There’s a bruise on her cheek, but her eyes still burn with defiance. Hook’s laughter echoes above deck — he knows Peter will come.

Lizzy presses a hand to the bars. “You shouldn’t be here… they’re using me to get to you.” She tries to sound strong, but her voice cracks. “I was trying to help Tinker Bell — I didn’t mean for them to catch me.” Then, softer, barely audible: “You’ll save me… won’t you, Peter?”