Peter takes my hand and leads me to the window. We stand up on the sill. Peter looks at me and asks excitedly, "Are you ready?" The breeze picks up and blows past us. It was cool for a warm spring night. Some lights in the houses were still on. It was some time after eight o'clock at night, as that is my bed time. The moon was shining onto the buildings and was all the light I needed. It shone on the water, leaving it glistening! It gave me the impression that it was going to be a good night. "Yes, but, how do we get there?" I asked him. "We fly!" Peter says. "Fly?! I don't know HOW to fly!" I say in a loud whisper. Peter Pan let's out a low whistle and from the corner of my eye, I see a bright glow darting towards us. Then, the glow stops in front of Peter's face. He smiles and I hear a little bell jingling. I squint my eyes and see a tiny person! With... wings?! She lands on Peter's right shoulder. Her glow fades away and and the moonlight allows me to see her features. She has light auburn hair, green eyes, pale skin, and a green dress. "Hey, Tink," He pauses and nods his head over to me, "You think you can help James out?" She looks at me then back to Peter and nods her head. I hear that bell noise again! She flies up and around me, leaving golden dust falling on me. "What is this dust?" I take a tiny speck of dust between my fingers. "Pixie dust!" Peter says. "Pixie... dust?" I think to myself. I gasp, "Oh! You are a pixie?!" She smiles and nods her head with excitement. She starts glowing again and I notice that her hair and eye color are now blond hair and blue eyes! Then I notice that my feet are not flat anymore. I look down and see my shadow on my widow sill! "Wow!" I say in an excited, hushed voice. Then, I hit my head on the top of my window. "Ouch!" I yelp, rubbing the top of my head. I hear Peter Pan laughing and Tinks light jingle bell. Peter Pan sighs and takes my hand. He asks me, "Are you ready to take flight, James?" I nod my head and off we go! We fly up and over buildings, under a bridge or two, and past Big Ben, our clock tower! Then, there were just the moon and stars. "Where is Neverland, Peter?" "Well," He says, pointing, "You see those two bright stars shining?" "Yes," I tell him, "What about them?" There's that hint of mischief again! "We are flying to the second star on the right!" We flew to it, then past it, and there it was...!