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are you still at it darling I brought you some tea

have been hopeless as per.

But you say you're some kind of specialist?

Yes.

And I promise you, Lady Chamblee, if anyone can find your husband, it's me

and my team.

Well, that's most reassuring.

Thank you, Miss Cole.

So, if I may ask, where might they be, your team?

I'll be back in one second.

Sorry.

Vikram, where are you?

Here.

Charlie, funny story. I was looking for a book on the reproductive cycle of

crabs when I was completely distracted.

Get through it.

Yes, yes, yes. Coming, dear.

No need to get your nunchucks in a twitch.

Do you mind holding that one? Can't find one's hole.

Where are we?

Bloomsbury. Yes, at the home of... Where are the others?

Connor and Lysa.

They're on their way.

Here they are.

Sorry I'm late. Had to find my jacket with pockets.

Found my other jacket, but in the field. Pockets are what you need.

And we're still missing Connor.

Oh, he went to go change his shoes. And why has he gone to change his shoes?

Because he got new shoes.

And he said, and I quote, these are my cool new shoes. London is a cool city,

and I'm wearing my cool new shoes.

London town.

Cool. Hey, check out my cool new shoes.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is not how this is going to go. Firstly, you're late.

Secondly, you have taken three magic doors instead of one.

So? So?

What, you think magic doors just come for free?

I have to fill in paperwork every single time it's fired up. You just tripled my

workload. My pockets.

My shoes. My crabs.

Go. I'm sorry. Go.

Take your time.

Tell me what happened.

Chris. Sir Christopher Chamblee. It's my husband.

He was working late.

He's been working late a lot at the moment. It's an international merger at

the bank.

May I top you up?

Marvellous. Thank you. And you, my dear?

Yes, please.

What bank does he work for?

Oh, he's the head of Charkham.

And he's been successful.

Terribly successful.

But at a price.

Sort of price.

Chris used to be such fun.

The sort of man who never lost touch with his inner child.

But the work.

the sheer volume of never-ending work.

And so when I saw him jump, I assumed he had tried to...

And when you looked, he was gone.

No body, no sign of him.

Even after all these years and that wonky old face, I still love him so

much.

Please tell me you can find him. If anyone can find him, we can. I swear it.

Thank you so much.

Life without Chris would be just so grey.

Lady Chamblee, did anything else unusual happen last night?

Yes, yes. Just before Chris jumped, I heard the trill of a flute.

Okay. Oh, God.

Interesting.

The duff on the ledge doesn't match the duff anywhere else.

Hey, see these symbols?

A triangle cut into a circle.

What is that, like a gang sign?

A cult?

None that I'm familiar with.

Ah, okay. Pull me back.

And see?

Pockets.

Yo, librarians.

So, down there, front door. See what I see?

A drain. No.

Trash. No. Ooh, a drain full of trash.

A smart doorbell.

So, I pulled the audio off it from midnight.

Listen to this.

A flute trill, just like she said.

A flute?

The dust, the cymbals?

What does any of it mean?

Okay, so my app is not registering the dust as magic, but it definitely does

not belong in Bloomsbury.

12% is ground grape seeds, so that's not your average London dust.

According to the London newspaper Columns, Sir Christopher Chamblee is the

fifth banker to have gone missing over the past two weeks.

Oh, and get this, Charlie. Although the bankers did not work in the same bank,

they all lived within a mile radius of Christopher Chamblee's home.

I know that, sir.

And so would you, if you read my briefing notes.

Briefing notes, Charlie? Yes, sir. Before each mission, I produce briefing

notes on everything we need to... No.

Please tell me someone reads my briefing notes.

Do you know how much time I spend on the briefing notes?

No, but if you wrote that time down, then I would promise to read it. Sorry,

Charlie. If I knew you did briefing notes, I swear I would have read them.

In fact, I'll read them right now.

Thank you, Connor.

Where are they? In your pigeonholes.

I have a pigeonhole? There's pigeonholes?

As pigeons. Do you have any idea how much time and effort I put into being a

good guardian?

How exhausting it is to always be the one who holds every... You have no

idea what I'm talking about, do you?

Because you're the fun ones.

The impulsive ones.

You know what? Sometimes I wish I didn't have to be the responsible one.

Oh. What the hell is that?

The trill took off. Time to go, alarm.

London is the most surveilled city in the world, so I fed the sound of the

food trill into all the monitoring systems within a one-mile radius of Sir

Christopher's house, and bingo. It's detected a trill? Live, happening right

now, so come on.

Oh,

don't

jump!

Hey!

Step forward into the light.

Slowly. He's a guy I tried to save.

Get that!

Sir Christopher, Lady Chandler's telling me we have to get you out of here. No

grown-ups allowed!

No grown-ups allowed!

What are you talking about?

What is this place?

Can you please stop crying?

I'm it! I'm it!

Ready or not, I'm coming!

Okay, I guess it did get in touch with his inner child again.

Perfect. I just need to find a way out.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Stupid thing.

Okay, I've been scanning for teleportation, portal manifestations,

and multiversal fissures. I've widened the search for the food trail across all

of London.

But nothing.

But nothing. Dead end.

Okay. Have we ruled out supernatural abductions or poltergeist sprites? If

the house were built on sacred grounds, druids, pagans, Romans... Okay, think.

Connor thinks she can't have just disappeared. I won't let her disappear.

Vic. Where have you been? Any sign of Charlie? No, not yet, but I bring hope.

This is Charlie's candle, taken from the candle room inside the library.

Every custodian, librarian, and guardian has one burning within, representing

their force of life.

And as long as their candle burns... Charlie's alive.

Oh, thank God.

Where is she?

Observed. A reference volume of animal footprints, wild and domesticated. Now,

will this look familiar?

Triangle inside a circle.

It's just like the prints we saw in the windowsill.

Goat hoof prints?

Is that what they are?

Wait, how did a goat get onto a windowsill in Bloomsbury? And why only

two prints? Is it a two-legged goat?

Okay, results are coming in.

I ran a deep diagnostic on the dust from the windowsill because I just could not

decipher some of this plant matter.

Okay, here we go.

Dried ground leaves.

And what kind of leaves?

Leaves from olive trees.

Ah, olive trees.

And the other plant matter from the dust composition was grape seeds.

Oh, olive trees and grape seeds. So what, the dust is from Italy?

Greece? Greece.

And very specifically, the trees are from the south side of Mount Olympus.

Mount Olympus?

Could that suggest a Greek god?

Well, which one?

Oh, of course!

How could I have been so stupid? It is so painfully obvious.

Hmm? The hoof prints, the trill, the flute.

Oh, rather, the pan pipes.

It's pan.

It is the god pan.

That is a terrible drawing.

You didn't talk about too good to be true.

All right, I'll buy it.

What the... Magic.

I'm going to get this back. Christopher!

Doc!

You have to snap out of this.

You can't play with us.

Why not?

Because you're too old. And you're too ugly.

Ugly, ugly, you're too ugly.

Ugly, ugly, you're too ugly.

Is this thing on?

Good.

a fun time are you having the best time are you having a

wild time but wait what's this i'm sensing

someone here who doesn't belong an adult spoiling our fun

and what do we say to adults children boo indeed

Hello, Charlie Cornwall.

Do you like games?

Because I know a wonderful game to play.

It's called I'm Coming to Get You.

Not falling for that again.

No.

Don't you know, Charlie?

Friends never leave.

Yeah?

Well, I'm not your friend.

The god of parties and revels, but also of chaos. And not just any old chaos.

No, not your run-of-the-mill, keep that away from me, get that out of my house

kind of chaos.

The danger with Pan is he seduces you into desiring the chaos, welcoming it

in. Chaos, wilderness, lawlessness, addiction.

O'Connor, the kinds of parties Pan throws, they would devastate mine.

Friendships, love, cities, civilizations.

But he died.

Pan died and now he is back.

Somehow. How?

How do you resurrect a god? Start what? Worshipping it again? That would work.

But to manifest enough sacred energy would require the devotion of millions.

And who worships Pan is thus numbered today.

Maybe there's a clue in the briefing notes.

Charlie's briefing notes. Of course.

It's so frustrating.

I know it has some significance, but I can't find anything magic about it.

How's the hacking going?

I am almost in the Bloomsbury CCTV network.

Oh!

Charlie's briefing notes.

They are, of course, excellent.

They chart a pattern of disappearing bankers over the last 100 years.

Every 20 years, and always the same part of London, six bankers vanish.

So, is six a clue? Is six like Pan's magic number or something? Wait, six

bankers every 20 years for 100 years, that's 30 bankers. That's 30 families

being left behind.

What happened to them all?

Okay, so there were at least three cameras that would have got a good view

of Christopher's apartment.

Aha!

Oh, look, look there.

See the shadow? There's someone just standing out of frame. Let me see if I

can... Whoa.

Do you see what I see?

Yeah, but that's impossible.

The shadow?

What's it missing?

There's no one casting it.

There's just a shadow standing on its own.

But the gold pan did not have a detachable shadow.

So maybe it's not a pan.

These are leg-legs, not goat-legs. Not that I'm the expert on the animal-human

hybrid magic woo-woo. Hey, I figured out a Connor thing.

Turns out, not that hard.

Oh, it must make you so happy. Really the happiest I've ever been.

Oh, did the dust just glow in response to my happiness?

I'm flying.

I'm thinking happy thoughts and I'm flying.

This is fairy dust.

I thought you weren't an expert in magic woo-woo. I'm not, but I've read the

storybooks. Exhaust shadow.

Missing people in Bloomsbury.

The pamphlets. The wrong pan. It's not Godpan, it's... Peter Pan.

Who?

Clap if you believe in fairies.

So, from what you're telling me, this Peter Pan is entirely amoral, self

-centered, deceitful, powerful, seductive, an exceptional swordsman who

can also fly, and he has a captive fairy, and is also an immortal.

And I thought the God Pan was bad.

I... I don't feel like that.

Peter Pan is a villain. He'd have ruined my childhood.

Could it be that...

Peter Pan is this era's incarnation of Pan himself.

Pan took many forms.

And could he have got himself back together by using himself in popular

culture?

Yes.

You said that to revive a god, they would need worshippers in their

millions. Peter Pan, his books, plays, theme parks, video games, he has loved

in his millions. Millions, yeah. There we have it. One devotion to the Pan. As

we now know him, Peter Pan. And where would he have taken China?

My guess?

Neverland. Excellent.

And where exactly would someone find directions there?

You can't be Peter Pan. Peter Pan isn't real.

Of course I'm real, Charlie. I'm as real as any boy can be.

You're from a book? A book written about me. The greatest boy of all. And it's

all true, Charlie. I am.

Peter Pan.

No, you're a shape-shifting goat boy psycho who kidnaps bankers. Lost boys.

And kills them. I didn't kill anyone.

You have a room full of skeletons.

They died of old age. It's what humans do.

It isn't my fault that all children except one grow up. But they weren't

children. They're adults with lives and families, and you robbed them of all

that. They wanted to be here, just as you want to be here. I do not want to be

here. But you wished it, Charlie Cornwall.

I heard you when you wished it.

I wish I didn't have to be the responsible one. That's what you said.

How did you... And now you don't.

Now you can be a child forever.

Okay.

If you're Peter Pan, then where's Captain Hook?

Where's Tinkerbell? Captain Hook is dead, at least for now.

And Tinkerbell, she's around here somewhere. Sure.

And where's Neverland?

Where's Neverland?

Wendy, you're in Neverland.

You just have to look with your heart.

It's beautiful.

It is where you belong, Wendy. Stop calling me Wendy. My name's... What?

What is your name?

Of course it is. It always has been.

What can you think about?

Peter, I could stay here forever.

Right. Listen up, you little fairy.

Of course I didn't fall for the Neverland illusion.

How? Because I'm a guardian. Wait.

I can understand you.

Weird.

Because I'm Wendy, right?

Huh. Oh, sorry.

Didn't mean to squeeze.

Is that better?

Good. Now listen up.

I've read the book. I know the rules.

And if I'm Wendy...

That means you hate me and you want me out of here.

Guess what?

I want me out of here too.

Which means maybe we could help each other out.

Good. Now I'm going to need you to get a message out of here for me.

Second son to the right and straight on till morning.

Sort of vague, imprecise, incomprehensible coordinates of those.

Neverland is a real place.

There's every possibility it exists in some kind of extra-dimensional space.

Or... Can anyone else hear... Tinkering?

Tinkerbell? Tinkerbell? Tinkerbell?

Tinkerbell?

You wash that tongue with that dirty mouth.

I do not care how far you've come or how fast.

There is no excuse for gross vulgarity.

Sorry. Sorry, Bikram. You speak, uh...

You speak fairy? This is crazy.

Well, of course I do.

It's really rather similar to unicorn.

I met a unicorn once.

Bernard pranked me under the table.

Right, here goes.

Ah, I see. I apologize for my accent.

But let me ask you.

Oh,

indeed. And she... Oh, which means you.

Which is why we... I think that's all perfectly clear.

What did she say?

Oh, I'll tell you along the way.

Fairy is rather complicated to translate, but basically, the big nasty

lady squished her, and now she hates her, and she'd like us to take the nasty

lady away.

From?

Neverland. Huh? Actual Neverland.

We are going to actual Neverland.

Hey, you glad you wore your cool new shoes now?

I don't know what I was thinking. Of course it's raining in London.

Actual Neverland sucks.

Talk about don't eat your hair.

Tinkerbell says that this is only a temporary Neverland, that Peter Pan lost

access to his realm.

How?

Tinkerbell says he was out too long recruiting lost boys.

Vic, from now on, please start every sentence with what Tinkerbell says.

Connor, keep a sense of the danger we are in, please.

Yeah.

This is a good start.

It's not even locked.

Nothing suspicious about that.

It's a trap.

Well, Neverland is story locked.

Tinkerbell told me that if we want to get into Neverland, we have to become a

part of Peter's story. So, the bank has become lost boys.

Charlie has become Wendy.

What? Charlie is Wendy?

Like in a nightdress and everything?

Oh, that's it, yeah.

Right? Okay, so we have to become part of Peter Pan's story? How do we do that?

I brought with me from the library the finest collection of clothing and

costume accessories. Now, who's up for a bit of role play?

No.

Presenting Captain James.

John, darling, at your service.

And introducing... TikTok.

Why do I have to be the crocodile?

Because you're the only one who fit the jacket.

Plus, you couldn't pull off this hat.

I feel that I don't look much different.

Okay, well, here goes nothing. Except for my dignity.

Onwards!

You know?

If the bankers have become the Lost Boys, then it explains why there's

always six. In the original story, there were six Lost Boys. Why is Peter Pan

stealing boring old men and not actual children?

Ah, well, I have a theory on that.

So in the novel, if the Lost Boys ever age, which Peter hates, he thins them

out. The book doesn't exactly explain what he means by that, but now he's got

a new strategy.

unlock an adult's inner child, and that inner child never grows up. Ah, so if

you begin as a boring banker, then getting that inner child out would

release a lot of useful pent-up energy.

That always stays young.

Is Peter Pan a party vampire?

Yeah, man, Paris Hilton. Interesting.

So what are we going to do when we find Peter Pan, Captain?

Eli.

We'll cut him from gullet to dessert.

Bloody hell, Vic, calm down.

So sorry. I'm not sure what came over me.

Too flipping right you don't. Well, stop doing that terrible English accent,

Connor. It's embarrassing.

I... I... You know, I don't think I can. I seem to have gotten stuck.

Why then?

I'll kill all of you for your imprudence.

Oh. Oh, we seem to be getting locked into our characters.

Ah. So you're a pirate psychopath, I'm a tough Brit, and Lysa is...

Lysa?

That was weird.

Okay. I think we should get out of here as quickly as possible.

Agreed. All right. I mean, yes.

Peter!

I've been looking for you.

Here I am, Wendy.

Aren't you having the most marvelous time? Oh, so marvelous, Peter.

Except... Except what?

Tell me, Wendy, for no child can ever be sad in Neverland.

I just don't want to share a boy as brave and bold and brilliant as you are

with anyone else.

I just can't bear it.

Not even with the lost boys.

You want me to send them away?

I know you can't.

I know it would take too much power.

There is nothing I can't do, Wendy.

I am more bold and brave and brilliant and powerful than anyone in the whole

wide world.

The cleverness of me.

So you'll send them home?

For me?

I'll do anything for you, Wendy.

Except that.

Peter Pan hates to play alone.

That's why it's called Neverland. Because my friends never leave.

And when they die, which you all will, I'll go out and get new ones.

Lost boys, who's ready for an adventure?

A quest.

Let's go on a quest.

There's the Mermaid's Creek, or the Ruined Galleon, or the Great Tree.

Or how about the real world? The greatest adventure of them all.

Captain Hook, run!

Peter Pan, I challenge thee to a duel.

Captain Hook, what are your terms, you old codfish?

If I win, you release all your prisoners from Neverland.

Then if I win, you feed yourself to the crocodile.

I'm not really sure how that would work.

Fear not, Lysa. I am one of history's greatest swordsmen.

I accept.

Then come up and fight me, bag of bones.

I'll cleave you into two bits, boy.

Okay, now that furry pants are distracted, let's round up the lost

boys. Good idea. And, um, you won't eat any of them, right?

Connor, no, of course not.

Silly me.

Vikram, be careful. You can't trust him. I trust only cold, hard steel.

Get away.

From my librarian.

Wendy can't fight pizza, that's non-canonical.

How about your boys?

What devilry is this?

The real Neverland.

Billy Little Librarian, I remember your kind from days of old. And you've played

right into my hand.

Oh dear.

Thanks to you...

I now have all the story elements I need to open the way back to Neverland.

The Lost Boys, Wendy, John Darling, the crocodile, they're all here.

And soon, we'll all be together forever.

As well as you, my new Captain Hook, who I shall fight again and again

and again.

And never lose.

Never lose?

How did you do that?

Disarm Vikram Chamberlain, one of the greatest swordsmen in history.

Simple. By being the greatest swordsman in history.

Poppycock and puff.

Let our blades decide, librarian.

Vikram was story-locked. That means no matter how hard you fight, Hulk always

gets eaten by the crocodile.

Crocodile, you say?

Hello?

Hello?

I think you scared them off.

You should try losing the hat.

I thought... Whoa!

Now that is an alarming sight.

Like that? I really hope that you had something substantial to eat for

breakfast.

Here we go, then.

You really are very good at that. You must be my third hook.

Why are you my fourth?

It's hard to remember.

They all make the same face when they fall.

That doesn't work on baddies, silly puss.

But I hope you're excited.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

If I'm being honest, this really isn't how I thought I'd go.

Vikram, stop thinking like a character in his story and start thinking like

yourself.

Cheat! No, no, you must fight with honor. Yes, I normally would, but there

is far more at stake here than my honor alone.

Ah, yes, that's it.

I will not fight you, Pan.

I will not continue this endless cycle of violence.

You can't fight me now. And with that, your story is broke.

Ow!

Captain Hook can't be a pacifist.

That's non-canonical.

Yes, well, I'm afraid your cannon is about to explode.

Ciao, ciao.

Clap your hands if you believe in massive explosions, boys and girls.

You okay?

I'd like to try to eat me.

Sorry. It's been a weird day for everyone.

Excuse me.

Have you seen my wife?

Sir Christopher, yes, I have.

Hey, I'm American again.

Yee-haw!

Charlene.

We missed you so much.

What did you miss most?

The nagging or the bossing? No, we missed all the good things.

And the nagging and the bossing. The library is a duller and poorer place

without you, my friend.

Excuse me.

Can I go home now, please?

I may have lost my lost boys, my crocodile, my hook, but I still have

my Wendy, Wendy and Peter.

In the real Neverland.

Forever.

I don't want to go.

Tough. Peter Pan never plays alone.

Paperwork and filing.

Admin and accounting.

Charges and surcharges.

What's happening?

Don't. Stop this. Being there when you need it.

Being there when you're not.

Being the glue that holds it all together.

No! Sure, they're not happy thoughts.

But responsibility grounds you just like it's doing now.

I got tired of it for a second back then.

But it's worth it.

Because if something happens to my friends, I don't just fly off and get me

one.

And I choose my friends.

That's my wish.

Okay, you got it!

No, you get exactly what you wanted.

You'll be young forever.

In Neverland forever.

But this time, Peter... Huh?

You'll be playing alone.

No!

Should we get you home?

Oh, yes.

Do you know where I live?

Darling. Oh, I'm so sorry I went away.

Oh, darling.

Well,

it's been the most unusual experience, even by our standards. I did, however,

enjoy the dressing up.

Hey, Charlie.

We're really sorry that we've been taking you for granted.

Yeah. Everything that you do for us, we've been so grateful.

And we will be better in the future.

I mean, you totally won't, but... I appreciate you saying it.

Well, I've got a ton of paperwork I should be doing, but instead, I'm buying

if anyone's drinking.

Oh, a night off. Well, I approve.

I am totally down for that. Yeah, and I am starving.

Yeah. Well, let's see if drink can be merry. Okay, I just have to get my

jacket without the pockets.

Yeah, I think I need to change my shoes.

Oh, my crabs.

Okay, hurry up.

Tick-tock. Lysa, do not do that.

So, I hope you take away from all this. Isn't that you think I'm boring?

Oh, no.

Not at all. Actually, I think you get the balance just right between

responsible you and funny you. Like, you'll always follow rules, but it's not

because you love rules.

What do I love, then?

You love us.

Hmm? You love us.

You love us.

You love us. You l-l-love us. L-O-V-E. You're all idiots.

Literally. Absolutely.

And I think that's why we need you so much.

Don't ever change, Charlie Cornwall.

Deal. How long is that?

Thank you.