A Little Taste of "Son of Hook"

“Tink? Is it you? Is it really you?” he questions

“Peter, that’s a silly question, don’t you think? If it isn’t me, who would it be?” Tinkerbell replies as she flies around Peter as if sizing him up.

“Tink, they took the children. They say they are Hook, but Hook is dead isn’t he?” Peter asks as he paces the floor worried about the children.

“Yes Peter, Hook is dead and buried at sea, but the son of Hook has come for you, don’t you see?” Tink exclaims as she lands on Peters shoulder fluttering her wings.

“Why didn’t you tell me Tink? You said you would be there, between sleep and awake, but you never were.” Peter says softly as he sits down in a chair and lowers his head. Lost in his thoughts staring at the floor.

“I was there Peter, I was always there, but you never called for me. I was unable to come on my own, till now” Tink whispers in his ear.

“I’m sorry Tink” Peter begins “I just ……..” he fidgets in his seat.

Tink interrupts “No time for that, you will see. You MUST save Neverland, come on Peter, come fly with me!” Tink exclaims using all her breath

“I’m too old Tink, I’m much too old” Peter replies as he looks in a mirror. Ruffles his thinning grey hair; suit sits on his weakened hunched body. “I am no match for the son of Hook, Tink, just look at me” he finishes

“No, no, none of that.” Tink says, “Besides, some old friends want to say hello. Do you remember Peter? Do you remember how to fly? Just one happy thought and you soar into the sky!” Tink shouts as she flies above Peter and covers him in pixie dust.

Peter sits for a moment in thought, and then bursts out into laughter.

“Yes Tink, yes I do” Peter answers “Now that I’ve got my happy thought. Second star to the right and straight on till morning. Now, here we go!”

And off they went, high into the sky. Soaring over the tops of the buildings, into the clouds, and off to Neverland.