You’ve been poisoned by one of Hook’s darts. The world spins as Tiger Lily drags you through the forest, murmuring under her breath.

You awaken inside her tent, wrapped in soft furs, a bitter taste on your tongue. She sits beside you, exhausted but alive.

“I told them it was hopeless,” she admits quietly. “But I don’t listen to hopeless things.”

Her fingers brush your forehead gently. “Don’t make me do that again, Peter. Neverland can lose many things — but not the boy who keeps it dreaming.”