Wendy:
Jane, dear. Would you promise me something? Promise you watch over Danny, whatever might happen?
Jane:
What?
Wendy:
[sighs] You and your brother are going away for a while.
Jane:
[gasps] Away? Wh...Where?
Wendy:
All the children are being evacuated to the country. It's so dangerous here! But you'll be safe there. Both of you.
Jane:
I'm not going! I'm staying here!
Wendy:
But, dear, an order has been issued. Every child must go.
Jane:
But Daddy said that I'm supposed to...
Wendy:
I know, dear. But you can take care of Danny. Tell Peter Pan stories... he needs them, Jane. And so do you. Please, dear, promise me.
Jane:
No! I will not promise!
Wendy:
Oh, Jane. We'll be together again. You must have faith...
Jane:
[turns red in anger] Faith? [furiously kicks the monkey doll] Trust? [angrily throws the cushion on the floor] Pixie dust? Mother, those are just words from your stories! They don't mean anything!
Danny:
Yes they do. Peter Pan said they'll make you fly.
Jane:
Danny, storytime is over! [furiously opens the curtains] Look, it's a war! Peter Pan isn't real and people don't fly!
Danny:
[on the verge of tears] They do, too!
Jane:
Oh, come on, Danny! Grow up!
Wendy:
Jane!
Jane:
‘’[ignoring Wendy and still shouting angrily at Danny]’’ It's just lot of childish nonsense!
Danny:
You're lying! [Runs away, crying]
Wendy:
Jane, how dare you treat your brother that way! You think you're very grown-up, but you have a great deal to learn.
