But, as before, he saw Mrs. Darling in her chair by the window...

...her eyes tired with searching the heavens.

Wendy.

Wendy.

Wendy.

We can't both have her, lady.

John?

Michael? Wendy?

The window's closed.

George! George, help me.

- What is it? Have they returned? -The window is closed.

It must always be open for them. Always.

Always.

They've not returned.

Welcome.

Wrote it himself.

Wendy Darling.

Muscat, miss?

I'm a little girl.

Rum, then?