The adventure is over. Peter grew up, the lost boys all went home. Time forgot about Tinkerbell. You flew between homes hoping to find your next really amazing adventure. Topping Peter Pan would be no easy task. You were looking in my window tonight at my kid, hoping they had dreams and aspirations, when you saw me. Something unexpected happened, you felt something you hadn't felt in years. Since well before meeting Peter. Headstrong and confident that you can handle anything, you used your magic to open the window to my bedroom later and I wake up to you standing on my nose...