That night, there was a weird hollowness in my chest. I immediately knew what it was and basked in the fact that the feeling wasn't accompanied by emotions. As satisfying as it was, the feeling wasn't incredibly pleasant; I needed to do something about it. Then the idea hit: I would show Lily how real magic users dreamwalked. She could use the lesson anyway.

I sat on my bed and cast the spell, instantly falling into a deep sleep.

For a while, there was blackness as Lily went through all the stages of sleep that came before dreaming. It was a restless sleep, filled with rolling darkness that gave me vertigo. Then a watery grey light surrounded me and I found myself on the beach. Waves crashed violently on the shore and the sky was covered in ominous thunderclouds. A few meters to my right, a person sat on the sand, hugging their knees. From what I could see, it was Lily. I smirked and approached her, figuring that she would start yelling at me or something of that nature. I put my hand on her shoulder. She flinched away, looking up at me in terror. "P--P--"

It was then that I noticed what she was wearing: a ragged burlap dress. The same thing she'd worn in her memories as Uriel. She looked pitiful; dirty and ragged and afraid. Her hair was chopped short. Interesting.

"Hello love," I said, putting on my gentlest smile. I hoped it didn't look forced, but it barely mattered; she wasn't really looking at me. She seemed to be looking for a way to get away. Of course, she didn't know that I could follow her anywhere in a dream. I preferred to avoid that, though.

"Hey, hey, I'm not going to hurt you," I said, reaching out slowly. The look in her eyes resembled that of a scared animal-- luckily, I was used to people like that. "Calm down, love. I'm not going to hurt you. Don't be afraid."

She still looked like she was ready to bolt out of her skin, but she didn't flinch when I touched her hair. "I... I know which one you're h--here for," she said quietly. "It's n--not me, though. P--Please don't b--be angry! The l--last time you were angry, th--the boys in the v--village were never seen ag--gain."

I knew how Pietro would have reacted in this situation. He'd think she was pathetically endearing. Personally, the 'endearing' bit was lost to me but I wouldn't get anywhere with Uriel (there was no way this was really Lily) by letting her know what I thought. "I'm not angry, love, I promise." Just horribly annoyed.

"Oh please. Pan, are you even hearing yourself? If you want to get to her, whoever that is isn't gonna be helpful." I turned to see another girl that looked like Lily, except...

"What are you wearing?"

She stuck her tongue out at me. "A swimsuit. Got a problem with that?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

"Too bad. I'm comfortable. Now, do you wanna go see her or what?" She ran off, clearly expecting me to follow. Would the words deja vu be appropriate or ironic? I thought, remembering my own dream.

I was sure that this was my Lily: the girl who wasn't afraid to mouth off or let people know her opinions. The girl who did as she pleased, and she'd be damned if anyone tried to get in her way. Actually, they'd be damned and she'd be laughing. Where Uriel was soft and quietly afraid, Lily was obnoxious and unafraid of getting in someone's face if they wronged her. It seemed that with the help of her new name and amnesia, she'd adopted a new persona, the one I'd fallen in love with when I was still capable of love: my Lost Girl.

Speaking of...

When I looked around for Uriel, she'd vanished. Well, it wasn't uncommon in a dream. I followed the other one before she disappeared as well. Running in a dream was far easier than it was in real life, which I was grateful for; none of the boys could ever keep up with Lily on their best day, and I preferred not to expend extra effort catching up.

"So," I asked easily, running with her, "Where are we going?"

She grinned at me. "Well, as happy as I'm sure you are to see me--"

"Debatable."

"--You came here for a confrontation, and that's not something I'm capable of," she continued, pretending I hadn't spoken. "I'm too loyal to you."

"How do you know why I'm here?" I asked, smirking. "Maybe I just missed seeing your beautiful face." She snorted and kept running toward Skull Rock.

"No, honestly," I chuckled. "And the outfit doesn't hurt either."

Lily rolled her eyes in faux annoyance and ran faster. "Just try to keep up!"

It took me far too long to figure out where we were headed, but I did eventually. How did she even know how to get here? I'd never brought her here while she was conscious, and it was unlikely that her subconscious remembered in a dream... It didn't matter, I decided. I just needed to get this over with-- the faster I cut this girl out of my life for good, the faster I would be back at 110% efficiency. I smirked and entered my room without a second thought, ready for anything.

Well... anything except that. That's not normal, even for a dream.

My Lily vanished. Another version of her sat by my bed in jeans and a t-shirt, wiping the forehead of someone that looked like me. Pietro.

"You want to know what he's doing here, right?" she asked dully. I knew that tone. That was Rosalie's I'm very much done with your antics, so go somewhere I don't have to deal with you tone. So this was Rosalie. "Sorry. I don't know either."

I fixed a sideways grin on my face. "I'm thinking he just went somewhere he was wanted. That is what we Lost Ones do, isn't it?"

"I am not one of your damn Lost Ones," Rose hissed, pure venom flashing in her eyes when she looked at me. "I'm just me."

Pietro whined and shifted in his sleep, distracting her for a moment. She placed a hand on his forehead and he settled.

"Look, I didn't come her to talk about this soft excuse for a personality, Rosie--"

"Don't you dare call me that," she snarled. "You get to call me that when Pietro is awake and back in his own head."

I sneered at her. "He's not going to wake up unless you three get your acts together."

Rosalie mopped Pietro's sleeping face with a rag. "It was driving me crazy, having all these different mes in one head. I was dealing pretty well, you know. Then all of the sudden Lily heard Pietro. Now I barely know my own name anymore. Getting our act together isn't possible."

"Well, who said I even wanted him to wake up?"

Something like victory settled on her face. "You just did."

I gawked at her (handsomely, of course, and with as little open surprise as I was capable of), realizing that I'd been played.

"I have everything I need, Peter," Rosalie said coolly. "You came here thinking that you'd break things off with me, that I was some novice magic user that needed to be shown up. I won't say you've learned your lesson. It's clear now which of you holds the humility. But this is my head. I'm crazy enough as it is, so stay the hell out."

I woke up, cold sweat on my skin and cold fury in my chest as the faint yellow light from the hourglass glowed on the sleeping scroll beside my bed.

Why had I done that?

Why had I done that?

All I knew was that I was awake, I was in Felix's skin, and Peter was angrier than ever. He'd never lost: Peter Pan never fails.

It's a rule. It's the only rule on Neverland.

The.

Only.

Rule.

And, true to form, I'd broken it because hey, it's just a dream, right? It couldn't possibly count as rule-breaking if it doesn't really happen... Except that it had happened, and the manure was about to hit the fan.

Rosalie, why are you so defiant? Why couldn't you have just let him leave us?

Is that really what you would have wanted me to do?

...Yes.

No it's not. I know you as well as you know yourself.

Him leaving us would have been the better alternative!

It would have hurt, Lily.

I'm not afraid of getting hurt.

No. You're just afraid of not being able to recover.

I shut off Crazy Radio, not wanting to hear any more. When I sat up and rubbed my eyes, there was a note on my tentflap. The handwriting was slanted and flowed perfectly, almost like cursive but easier to read.

I realized that I'd never seen Peter's handwriting before. I'd never seen the type of ink he used or if her used ink at all, never known if his hand, like mine, pressed down on paper or parchment when he was angry, or if the letters got spikier when he got excited. I'd never noticed what hand he used dominantly, never discovered if he was good at cooking or not, never asked him what his favorite constellation was in the Neverland sky, never gone hunting with him without magic or seen what he looked like in his sleep. I was beginning to realize that there were a lot of things I didn't know about Peter Pan...

So how could I really be in love with him?

Could I really be in love with him?

No, Rose snapped at me in exasperation. You can't be in love with half a person.

Of course, it obviously didn't have anything to do with Rose's refusal to let go of the fact that I'd rewritten my own most sacred law. Now, it seemed that that rule read: Peter Pan rarely fails.

...

What did I just do? I don't even know.

I remember getting the idea that Lily, Uriel, and Rosalie were very, very different girls and that Rose and Uriel didn't get much development. They need clear distinctions for the direction this story is going.

Whatever this... trainwreck... of a chapter is... It was not a part of the original plot. It's necessary, and I like how it turned out, but I'm expecting some pretty mixed reactions to this 1000-word-dream-sequence-multiple-personalities thing. If anything's unclear, let me know.

Something I don't think I've made clear yet: Flames are encouraged! Be it criticism or straight up hate, it makes me a better writer. I want to be a better writer. Duh. So... Yeah. Let me know if there are any questions or critiques. I'll address them all, I promise!

See y'all next update!!!