Who: Puppy, Mars, Jupiter What: Finding her way outside Where: Treehouse When: Right after she's arrived
Asa was still coming to grips with the fact that she was now apparently living in a treehouse. A treehouse. Like a kid. How in the hell was Peter Pan real? Part of her was holding firmly to the belief that this was all a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. A nightmare might be a better description. Especially if the comment about making up a bed was accurate. Not that she minded pink-sheets, but she wasn't a fan of aggressive gender stereotyping as a rule and it had been a girl who posted about making up beds. That was NOT going to fly in her world. At. All.
It was then that the name clicked.
Wendy.
Peter had called the girl Wendy.
Holy. Shit.
No, fucking way!
It was in the middle of that silent, internal freak-out that she heard the sound of feet on the floor. Must be her savior coming to show her the way around. Otherwise, God only knew what the next shock would bring.