Ultimately, the story of Peter Pan is a tragedy, for in no
scenario can everyone be happy. – D.W. Taupin   The story ends
in the nursery, all of the lights burning, laughter and happy
shouting bouncing from wall to wall to wall. The window is open,
curtains shuddering against the sill. Wendy's hand is clasped
tight inside of her father's, his thumb brushing faintly against
her skin, and though she can feel the cold winter air whisper
against her back it does not bite or scratch. Rather the warmth
of her home and her father's fingers and her mother's smile
seems to form a shield around her and she does not mind the
cold.  It is not until a few weeks later, when things have
settled and she is preparing to move from the nursery (a step
which burns fierce and saddened pride in her, to know that she
is growing up) that her mother notices. They are sitting at the
dinner table when suddenly her fork drops onto her plate with a
loud clang and she leans forward to touch the corner of Wendy's
mouth.  "Good Heavens, Wen