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Wendy had just settled into bed and turned out her light when a shadow seemed to pass her window, blocking the moon for a moment. She wasn't quite sure what could be casting the shadow, but it didn't occur to her to be frightened of it. What was frightening though, was the sound of someone at her window.
She was somehow certain that it had been locked, but as she lay still, she heard it being opened and the sound of someone slipping in. She kept still in bed, covers tugged up close to her ears, but opened her eyes slowly, trying to see if she could catch sight of who was in her room. The shadow passed by again, moving quickly away from the window even though she could still hear someone on that side of the room. She had no idea what was going on, but a quiet thought passed through her mind as if someone had whispered it to her, an almost familiar name: Peter.