[Video feed switches on with some fumbling. The first few moments are muffled as Wendy fiddles with the comm. Her exclamation is quiet, musing.]
My, this is a queer device.
Oh! There we are!
[The picture resolves; she's seated at her desk, looking neatly put-together and competent, her hands folded in her lap.]
Good morning. I wanted to take this
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[Peter's jaw drops and he plops to the floor, rather unceremoniously for a boy who really knows how to fly]
You're... you're....
[Peter points at her, a mixed look of horror and shock on his face]
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Hello, Peter.
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... but you... but I.... you... you grew up. [Suddenly remembers Jane's introduction... and that her last name is Darling. Oh goodness. This is worse than Peter thought.]
You have a daughter now, too. Which means you have a husband somewhere in London. No wonder you never wanted to come back.
[Overwhelmed, Peter tugs at his belt before tears start to blur his vision. But as nothing but a boy, he rubs his eyes again to find wet marks on his hands. He didn't want to cry. He doesn't cry. He's brave and... adventurous...
Peter flops, indian style in front of Wendy, takes a long look at her mature face and can hold the tears no more.]
Wendy...
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Oh, Peter. I'm so sorry.
[She takes a moment to sweep moisture from her eyes and collect herself before she continues.]
I did, I did want to go back, but... I was growing older, I had responsibilities to fulfill, a life in London. And I'd run out of pixie dust.
[Wendy gives a small, damp chuckle. Her smile is sweet but sad as well. She reaches out and touches the comm]
But I never stopped believing, and I never stopped telling your stories. I always knew you were still out there somewhere.
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Wendy?
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I'm sorry, I don't speak codfish.
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You'll be pleased to know that Jane is rather marvelous at taking care of herself - and she's myself as well as the headmaster and the rest of staff to fill in the gaps. I wouldn't worry your pretty little hook about her.
[She smiles sweetly]
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It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Darling! I am Cogsworth, I shall be teaching an English class as well.
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Yes, hello, Cogsworth, lovely to meet you. [But she's still peering at the comm in surprise, and can't contain -]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but if you'll forgive my saying so - you are... a clock.
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[But he smiles again, gotta be gentlemanly around the lady~] I'm not offended by your bringing it up, though. [He chuckles lightly]
I'm sure I would question it if I were in your situation.
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You are too unkind to yourself, I rather think, with 'odd'. 'Unusual', perhaps, 'eccentric', even, but not 'odd'.
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