The stars twinkled in the sky, as usual. Off in the distance, Tinkerbell could hear the sound of waves hitting the shore of the great lake. Neverland was just as serene as it had ever been. It was as if Peter Pan had never existed. All Tinkerbell had to remember him by were the snuffed out fire and remnants of roasted quail. Of course, her memories of him were still vivid in her mind, but that wouldn't bring him back. A cold chill took over the air and Tinkerbell shivered in response. It was getting too cold to stay out in the night air. She tore her eyes away from the stars and headed out of the forest. As she reached the edge of the trees, where the dense forest gave way to vast open plains, she paused.

"So long, lost boy." She whispered into the darkness. For a second, Tinkerbell thought she heard something. It was as if the trees were responding back to her, using the wind as their voice.

"See you soon, Tink." The wind whistled in her ears. Tinkerbell whipped her head around to find the source of the words. Nothing was there. She was alone with only tall, dark figures behind her and vast, open nothingness before her. One step at a time, she made her way home. Perhaps it was the lack of fairy dust due to the immense amount she had given to Peter Pan or the fact that the loss of the young boy was weighing heavy on her heart, but she was unable to fly.

The rain came slowly as she made her way, on foot, back to the home she shared with Tinkerelias. It was only a drizzle, but it was the type of rain that gets in your eyes no matter what you do and aggravates to no end. Tinkerbell stopped in her tracks, unable to bear the constant barrage of droplets to her eyes. She lowered her head to block out the rain, but water continued to invade her eyes. Each step became harder to make as she travelled away from the forest and back to the home fairy village. The rain too, hardened as she walked. What was once a fine mist, became a downpour in a matter of a few steps.

'It's fine.' thought Tinkerbell, 'Neverland is no place for a young human boy. It's good that he's gone'. This last thought took an overwhelming toll on Tinkerbell's heart. She was now grateful to the rain for concealing her tears. As the rain poured down her face, out of her eyes, and over her shoulders; she trudged on. Eventually, her tears dried up and the rain stopped. Without the rain, the environment around Tinkerbell felt cold and empty. After walking in the damp environment of the post-rain night for what seemed like an eternity, Tinkerbell reached the edge of the Home Fairy village. The clearing where all Home Fairies ate their meals sat at the edge of town. Tinkerbell passed by the field and noted how devoid of life it was. There was no warmth of fire or tantalizing smell of berry pot pies. In fact, in its current state, this place of happy memories and wholesome meals seemed downright scary.

She continued to trudge on, passing many of the home fairy huts that her friends inhabited. The huts were dark inside. It was later than Tinkerbell had realized, and most of the home fairies were fast asleep. One hut, however, was glowing warmly in the distance. Even from afar Tinkerbell recognized it as the home of Tinkerslay and Tinkerjoy. Tinkerbell, sopping wet from the rain and getting colder by the second, made her way toward the only light for what seemed like miles. She wasn't sure what she expected to find once she arrived at the simple, one story hut, but right now it was the only place she wanted to be.