Detective James spoke: “We have also been alerted to another child who went missing from the hospital the day before yesterday. The boy was originally found unconscious on Williamsport Road but went missing shortly after being brought to the hospital for treatment. His name and whereabouts are unknown, but we have reason to believe he is connected to the string of local disappearances,” he went on.
Wendy’s eyes grew wide. Reason to believe he is connected to the string of local disappearances?
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked. He stepped closer, peering at her carefully. “You look like you’re going to barf.”
“If they think you have something to do with the missing kids,” Wendy said, the panic rising in her throat pushing the words out rapidly, “and they think you have something to do with what happened to me and my brothers, then that means that they think I have something to do with it, too!”
Peter blinked, but then everything seemed to click into place. “Oh,” Peter said with a cringe. “Oops…”
What could she possibly tell the police? Yes, detective, my brothers and I actually ran off to a magical island in the sky called Neverland. They were kidnapped by an evil shadow, but a magical boy saved me and brought me back home! Oh, and all those kids that have gone missing? Yes, well, the shadow got them, too, and now it’s up to me and the magical boy to get them back!
“You’re right,” Wendy said, staring unblinkingly at the TV. “I might barf.”
Peter stepped back.
A composite sketch took over the screen.
It was a drawing of Peter. Not a very good one, but definitely him nonetheless. His nose was pretty accurate, and they got his ears right, including the way they pointed and sort of stuck out. But his cheeks and jaw in the picture were too round and young looking. It was a sketch of how Peter had looked when she’d found him in the street—but, looking at him now, as he leaned across the counter and intently stared at the TV, it was clear to Wendy that he was still aging quickly.
And the eyes, of course, didn’t do his real ones any justice.
Detective James continued on in the background: “He has been described as having brown hair, blue eyes, and standing at about five foot five. He’s guessed to be between the ages of twelve and fourteen and may be confused or disoriented. If seen, please call—”
Wendy inspected Peter. She was five foot five and, standing next to Peter in the kitchen, he was definitely a good few inches taller than her. She looked at the screen again. Wendy remembered how he had looked when she first found him in the middle of the road. But now? He was definitely taller, and his cheeks weren’t round anymore. Still covered in freckles, they sloped over more defined cheekbones and blended into his more defined jawline. Had he really aged that much in just a couple of days?
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Peter asked, squinting as he frowned at her.
“I’m not staring at you,” Wendy said, cheeks growing hot as she gave his shoulder a shove. “I guess if anything, losing your magic is useful, since the aging will make it harder for people to recognize you from the ER,” she said in an attempt to find a silver lining.
“Yeah, but not useful in getting my shadow back.” Peter scowled. “The weaker my magic gets, the more I age. I’m not supposed to grow up, Wendy. If we can’t fix me soon…” Peter looked lost for words. “I don’t know what’ll happen, but those kids will be lost for good.”
“And so will my brothers,” Wendy said.
Peter dug the palms of his hands into his eyes.
The sound of a key sliding into the front door lock made Wendy nearly jump out of her skin.
“Crap!” she hissed, immediately grabbing Peter’s arm and giving it a yank.
“Ouch! What?!”
“Shh! Someone’s home! My dad will freak out if he sees you!” Wendy pulled Peter to the sliding glass doors that led to the backyard.
Oh, God, oh no, she needed to get Peter out of the house. If her dad found them, she wouldn’t be the only one in trouble. The lock clicked and the front door began to creak open. “You need to leave, now, out the back door!” She pushed against him, but Peter didn’t budge.
“Wendy?” Her mother’s tired voice drifted in from the