The night feels strangely familiar. Peter returns to Lizzy’s window to see her again — only to find a trap waiting for him. The curtains flutter shut like jaws, and cold iron clamps down on his arm. Dr. Griffiths steps from the shadows, notebook in hand. “At last,” he whispers. “The boy who never grows up.” Lizzy wakes up to find Peter struggling in the snare and her father staring in awe, torn between guilt and fascination