I had thought my dreams were at an end. I mean, my own death feels like a pretty solid ending, one would think?
But they've started again. I don't know quite how it happened, only that I managed to not only escape the crocodile that was attempting to swallow me whole, but I killed it, stuffed it, and used it as a clock. For irony's sake, I suppose.
Pan never came after me again. In fact, he started spending longer and longer stretches of time away from Neverland. As it turns out, he'd found a reason to stay in London. He'd found a wife.