Peter, what are your real...feelings?

Feelings?

What do you feel? Happiness? Sadness? Jealousy?

Jealousy? [pulls out his dagger] Tink!

Anger?

Anger. [a twig snaps] Hook.

Love?

Love?

Love.

I have never heard of it.

I think you have, Peter. I daresay you've felt it yourself, for something...or someone.

[whispers in her ear]

Never. Even the sound of it offends me.

[tries to touch his face]

Peter-

[backs away]

Why do you spoil everything? We have fun, don't we? I taught you to fight and to fly! What more could there be?

There is so much more.

What? What else is there?

I don't know. I think it becomes clearer when you grow up.

[angrily]

Well, I will not grow up! You Cannot make me! I will banish you like Tinker Bell.

[angrily]

I WILL NOT BE BANISHED!

Then go home! Go home and grow up! And take your feelings with you! [flies off]

Peter! Peter, come back! Peter!