Without Wendy, time seemed to move just a little slower. Each day dragged on giving Tinkerbell time to think. She remembered her final day in Neverland. Specifically, she remembered what Solverfin said to her.

 He called her an immature young fairy with no knowledge of the ancestry of her people. He questioned Queen Esmintu on how Tinkerbell had been taught. 

The problem was that Tinkerbell had never been taught. Most of what she knew of Neverland was either rumor or discovered through experience. As she aged in the Kingdom, she often thought of what a shame it was that future fairies would grow up confused and uneducated like she was.

When she wasn't thinking about her days in Neverland, Tinkerbell had a relatively happy life in the Kingdom. Peter Pan's personality was much more toned down due to ageing and loss of loved ones. He did, however, have more time for Tinkerbell. His children had all grown, gotten married, and had children for themselves; leaving Peter Pan and Tinkerbell alone together.

It was almost exactly like the Neverland days for many years, except Peter Pan was much calmer and there weren't any pirates. There were adventures to be had in the world and the pair was ready. They traveled the world, leaving their London home for months at a time.

Together, the two traveled to Paris, Cairo, Montreal, Madrid, and finally New York. In the city where he was born, Peter Pan seemed like a young boy again. He and Tinkerbell wined and dined throughout the city. People often stared as Peter Pan seemingly talked to himself in restaurants, but the two didn't care. They were having fun.

It was a good thing that New York was the last leg of this particular trip. Peter Pan became too enthralled in his youth at the five star hotel where they were staying. Believing he was 10 years old again, he bounded up the stairs two at a time. As he reached close to the top, he missed a step. Peter Pan toppled down only a few steps, but it was enough. He broke his hip.

On average, they say that the elderly only live 5 years after they break a hip. Peter Pan beat the odds, he always did. It wasn't until 10 years after the accident that Peter Pan started to go downhill. 

His mind still wanted to be that active young boy, but his body couldn't handle it. This was the problem with ageing. Tinkerbell fully understood now why Peter Pan never wanted to grow up.

 In his old age he was still the same Peter Pan, but his body was betraying him. Soon enough, he was in the hospital.

In her life, Tinkerbell hadn't spent too much time in this large building with white walls and beeping machines. She did know, however, that when men Peter Pan's age came to this place, they rarely ever left.

 The Pan children came to visit often, but never stayed very long. They weren't expected to and Tinkerbell thought that was stupid. 

Toward the end, there were only strange people in white coats who visited. Tinkerbell was there of course. Her life in the Kingdom was centered around Peter Pan. Where would she go?

On a snowy day that was identical to every other snowy day, Peter Pan's beeping machine let out one long, consistent beep. The white coated strangers ran into the room and hit Peter Pan in the chest over and over again. Nothing happened.

 The long beep from the machine continued until one of the strangers turned it off. Tinkerbell was scared. She was the most scared in this moment than ever before. A still Peter Pan shook her heart more than Captain Hook and haunted her mind worse than Solverfin.

She flew up to Peter Pan's face. He didn't smile at her. He always smiled when she came close. It always made her feel like she was home when he did. The realization hit that Peter Pan would never smile again and suddenly Tinkerbell was extremely angry. 

She was mad at Peter Pan's children for not being present and at the strangers for not saving his life. Most importantly she was mad at herself for not being prepared for this eventuality.

Humans died, it's just what they did. She spent so much time in the Kingdom raising Peter Pan, or maybe he was raising her, that she never thought about death. 

Wendy, John, and Michael all died and Tinkerbell mourned for them. But, somehow, she never thought that the same would happen to Peter Pan. The two of them were supposed to spend eternity playing together. That's how Tinkerbell always pictured it.

With cold, hard reality staring her in the face, Tinkerbel couldn't handle it. She turned from Peter Pan and flew to the other side of the room. On the wall was a small hand mirror that Tinkerbell stared into.

 She took a good long look at herself. Her long, silky hair had become stiff and gray. It ran past her face and accentuated the wrinkles that had been placed there by time. 

When had she become so old? She looked like one of the elder fairies in Neverland, a place she would never go again. She wondered how long she would live, how long she could live without Peter Pan by her side. It had been so long since the last time she was alone. She wasn't ready.

"Bell." Said a voice from nowhere. Tinkerbell almost thought she recognized it.

"Come with me." The voice said next. Then, out of the mirror, came a hand that grabbed Tinkerbell's wrist.