Hook sits at a cafe, scribbling notes, frustrated by writer’s block. A blur of movement outside catches his eye — a boy with wild hair and a mischievous grin, dancing across rooftops, scattering pigeons.

“What are you doing?” Hook whispers, captivated.

Peter winks and disappears behind a corner. Hook laughs, pen flying across the page. Inspiration has arrived — chaotic, unpredictable, and entirely alive.