Aricka was in the Imagination all by herself. This is strange, she thought, walking over to a picture of Neverland. It wasn't here before. Reaching out, she touched it.

"I wouldn't do that," she jumps at Logan's voice. "You might fall into the picture-Roman's done that before." she laughs.

"Come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned," she says. "Dreams are born...." Aricka starts to dance, and Logan watches. "Just think of lovely things. And your heart will fly on wings, forever in Never Never Land..."

"I love to hear you sing," he says. "You seem to really enjoy it; it's evident on your face."

She laughs, "Come dance with me, Logan!" she takes his hands, and they spin around the grass together. "You'll have a treasure if you stay there, more precious far than gold. For once you have found your way there, you can never, never grow old." It'd been a while since Aricka'd been this carefree; even before Jack died. The last time Logan remembered her being this happy and-almost-childish-was at Disney on her birthday. "I wish I lived in Neverland," she says when they sit down a few moments later. "I'd fly all day with Peter Pan, and then I'd swim with the mermaids at night. What would you do?"

"I suppose I'd fly too, and then read in the underground caves for a while," he answers. She smiles.

"We need to read that book you gave me for my birthday." He nods in agreement, and she starts singing some more of the same song,

"And that's my home where dreams are born,

And time is never planned.

Just think of lovely things.

And your heart will fly on wings,

Forever in Never Never Land...."