I woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. I got up and rubbed my eyes.

I looked towards Peter's bed to see how was he doing.

Surprisingly, he wasn't there. His sheets weren't even fixed properly.

"Peter?" I called. There was no answer.

In fact, there wasn't any sound at all. Normally, it was the Lost Boys hooting and howling that woke me up. Or Piper's loud flute.

But there really wasn't any sound at all.

I prepped myself and went down from the treehouse as fast as I could and ran to camp.

The Lost Boys were all there, silently eating their breakfast.

It was so weird that none of then even dared to make a sound.

Piper and Peter weren't around. And it was driving me crazy. I knew it had something to do with that cuff.

What had I done?

"Where's Peter?" I asked Felix, walking over to him, sitting on a nearby log.

"How do you expect me to know?" Felix snapped. "Aren't you supposed to know everything? You were the last one with him last night."

I groaned and frowned. "What time is it?"

"Time stands still on Neverland." Felix said.

"How about in time?" I asked again.

"10:45 in the morning."

I was surprised at his reply. I'd usually wake 9:30 or earlier. I've never woken up this late.

And so did Peter.

Something must've happened while I was asleep.

There's something Piper is planning and I don't think it's going to a be a kid-friendly game.

I paced camo. Peter still hasn't come back and I'm starting to get worried.

Sure, I wanted revenge, but I didn't think it'd end up like this.

I looked back to Felix who surprisingly hasn't moved from his previous position, despite the time of the day.

All the Lost Boys were sad and gloomy, clearly because their leader was missing.

"Shouldn't we at least look for him?" I asked in worry.

None of them made a sound.

"Your leader is missing and you boys don't even try to look for him?" I asked in disbelief.

"Don't you think we did?" A kid named Devin asked. "Pan isn't on the island."

My blood froze.

Peter wasn't on the island.

"What about Piper?" I asked again.

"Not on the island either."

My worst fear. Piper did have something to do with his disappearance.

I've been played right into her trap to trick Peter for her. Wherever Peter is right now, I hope he's okay.

That night, I lay in bed. Peter's bed was still a mess, and I had no plans on cleaning it.

The eerie sound of the night was killing me. Piper and Peter hasn't come back and I don't think they will anytime soon.

That's when I felt it. Guilt. I shouldn't have done that to Peter no matter how angry I was.

It wasn't right.

I realized I hadn't seen Henry in awhile and so I decided to see him.

I rummaged through Peter's wooden trunk and found Henry's favorite scarf. It was clean and smelled like cinnamon.

I cast a spell on it and the scarf began to lead me towards the direction where Henry was.

It stopped at the bottom of a tree. I picked it up and looked up.

There was another treehouse and it was well hidden amongst the trees. But I could see a faint light shinning through the leaves.

I climbed the rope ladder that was barely even visible.

I entered the tree house and there he was.

Henry was talking to a younger girl. Her hair was blond and messy, but she looked beautiful.

She was lying on a bed and Henry was sitting on it, across her.

"Henry..." I muttered and his head snapped towards my direction. The girl did the same.

"(Y/N) what are you doing here?" Henry asked. Without even a welcome or anything.

"Who's she?" I heard the girl whisper to Henry.

"My stepsister." He replied then turned towards me. "This is Wendy."

Me and Wendy exchanged greetings.

"Look, Henry, I'm sorry." I began. "I didn't know what came over me. I'm really sorry."

"Then why'd you do it if you knew you'd regret it?" Henry asked, sounding hurt. "I trusted you!"

"I know! I know." I repeated. "If you'd let me choose, I'd choose you over anything in the world."

Henry didn't seem to have budged. Then a thought hit me. I don't even know where it came from.

"Operation Cobra, right?" I said. Henry looked at me. "Could I be part of it? I could help you with your case."

I smirked at him.

Henry seemed quite delighted. He was a boy after all.

"And forgive me?" I asked.

"Deal." Henry beamed. "I forgive you, I'm sorry too."

He gave me a big hug.

Who knew Operation Cobra would do the trick?

I hugged him back, tighter than I ever could.

"You know what? Screw family rules. If you love Peter, I'm totally fine." Henry smiled. "As long as he becomes good though."

"Really?" I asked and he nodded. "I love you Henry." Then I laughed.

Then I remembered Wendy.

I awkwardly released Henry.

"So, (Y/N), how's it been going with Peter?" Wendy asked and sat up from her bed.

"Well, for one, Peter is missing," I said. "And his sister probably had something to do with it."

"Sister?" Wendy asked, confused. "I had no idea he had a sister."

"Well, he does." Henry stated.

And I told them all about my deal with Piper and the cuff, my argument with Peter, and his disappearance.

"Where do you think she could've taken him?" Henry asked.

"Nobody knows. The Lost Boys said he wasn't on the island." I replied.

"Well, he's got to be somewhere!" Wendy exclaimed.

"Nothing has worked in looking for Peter. I even tried the spell o used on Henry's scarf on some of his things," I complained. "But it keeps going to the sea and disappears under the waters."

Wendy and Henry thought. It was so silently in the room you could hear a safety pin drop.

"If it keeps going to the waters, then he must be in the waters." Wendy suggested.

"That explains why none of the Lost Boys can't find him on the island!" Henry agreed. "Have they tried looking in the waters?"

"Now that I think about it...no." I said. I was surprised at our discovery.

We discussed all through the night.

At 2:00 in the morning, we have made the decision that Henry would sleep in Wendy's treehouse and I'd fetch them an hour past lunch.

We'd take the Lost Boys with us and a small boat. Then together, we'd go on to the seas to look for Peter.

We'd have to move the camp somewhere else just in case we don't come back in time.

Peter regularly does it every two days.

We were all set...I went to sleep praying that Peter was still alive.

Hey, don't laugh! Who knew what Piper could do?