As i stepped into the tour bus.There was

As i stepped into the tour bus.There was all my family as we set off for my tour with a very cramped tour bus.we suddenly

saw that there were no seat belts as the crowded tour bus took off at an alarming speed. My forehead hit the back of the seat in front of me. I cursed and held onto the nearest

man, which he didn't seem to appreciate. "Do you mind? This suit is expensive," he sniffed. I quickly let go, smoothing his sleeve. "Sorry," I muttered, and the bus lurched again.

"I'm gonna die!? But I'm not even Wendy!" I wasn't but that didn't matter right then. All that mattered was the injustice of me going to my maker in the same condition She made me.

"Peter..." the doctor said, but didn't finish. "I don't want to die," I said, and stood up. If I was going, I was going gloriously. I am the eternal boy, doomed to a early grave.

With the last of my strength I flew to the Bay of Neverland in search of the Crocodile who ate Hook, in hopes that I could fling myself into its ticking jaws with a sparkler in my

Ear, mimicking a cigarette and almost burning my hair. There were no longer any comics in the newspaper after the accident. No one laughed, they just watched Babylon by bus and fed

coins to the parking meters, mistaking them for slot machines (an honest error, since both paid out with the same rarity). Tiring of gambling with no spinners, bells, or lights, th

ey rambled on over to the Nighthawks Diner where they shot the breeze with the soda jerk, while a mysterious stranger sat silently across from them, smoking his cigarello.