Hook1991

Wendy Darling:
Boy? Why are you crying?

Peter Pan:
[Getting up, from his position on the floor] What's your name?

Wendy Darling:
Wendy Moira Angela Darling... what's yours? [A young Wendy, is sat up, in her bed, a thin, white, flower patterned, bed quilt, is held in front of her by her left arm, her head is titled to it's left, and she is smiling]

Peter Banning:
[The window, to Wendy's bedroom, opens, with a gust of wind, as the voiceover continues] I came back many times for Wendy. Always in the spring. [a clip of Wendy, in her 20s; she calls "Peter!" as she turns to him and happily, smiles, closing her book. Wendy has a white ribbon tied in the back of her hair, it cascades down her back] And Wendy kept getting older [followed by another clip of Wendy in her 40s smiling at him, as she looks up and closes her book. Wendy is wearing a pair of small, white earrings, and a white shirt], and older [a clip of Wendy in her 70s, hair red. Young Peter places a hand on her shoulder] and then I came back... one last time.

Wendy:
Peter, I can't come with you. I've forgotten how to fly. [Wendy looks up and closes the book she is reading; Peter starts in horror] I'm old Peter. Ever so much more than twenty. [Wendy removes her glasses] I grew up a long time ago [Peter, moving to the window, protests with a cry of "No, no, no! You promised!"] I have children of my own now, and they have children of their own. That's my grandchild, Moira, asleep in the bed. [On the word "Moira" she smiles, and she and Peter look over at the sleeping girl.]

Peter Banning:
When I saw here lying there sleeping, that moment, something changed in me forever.

Peter Pan:
I shall give her a kiss.

Wendy:
No! No, Peter! No buttons! No thimbles! [Gets out of the chair, and takes Peter by the arm] I couldn't bear Moira's heart to be broken, when she finds she can't keep you.

Peter Pan:
[He sits on the side of Moira's bed, and looks down towards her] No. I mean... a real kiss [He leans in, and kisses Moira on the lips. Wendy anxiously looks on; Tink flies down to the window and looks in. Seeing Peter kisssing Moira, her light dims, her wings flatten behind her and she looks sad, as the thimble, which had been on Peter's finger, falls to the floor, spinning on the spot... forgotten. Peter Pan has grown up.]