Prince Charming's too damn hard to find. [Open to anyone who followed him/anyone at the castle]
In the noise of the others leaving to find their missing people, Peter hoped no one would miss him slipping off into the woods in the direction his little all-purpose-communicator-and-map-thing told him Olivia was. Let the rest of them find the others. He was getting Dunham away from creepy scientists for a while.
That was the plan, at least. It was a plan he was carrying off pretty well until a wall of bushes he tried to push through - a wall of bushes he should have noticed was too tidy to be wild - lashed around his wrists and ankles and tightened until he couldn't move. They lifted him off the ground and held him there, and now he could see through them to the tidy, manicured grounds of a garden, and past that, a castle on the top of a hill.
"Great," he says, "I get to be one of the dead extras in this year's staging of Sleeping Beauty."
That was the plan, at least. It was a plan he was carrying off pretty well until a wall of bushes he tried to push through - a wall of bushes he should have noticed was too tidy to be wild - lashed around his wrists and ankles and tightened until he couldn't move. They lifted him off the ground and held him there, and now he could see through them to the tidy, manicured grounds of a garden, and past that, a castle on the top of a hill.
"Great," he says, "I get to be one of the dead extras in this year's staging of Sleeping Beauty."