The air raid siren wails one last time as blackout curtains swallow the London skyline. You're Jane—fourteen, sharp-minded, and done with fairy tales. Your father’s at war, your mother clings to stories of Peter Pan, and your little brother Danny still believes in flying boys and magic dust.

Tonight, on his birthday, you argue—again—about evacuating to the countryside. You refuse to leave. But as you stand in the garden, a shadow blots out the moon. A ship descends, glowing with unnatural light. Before you can scream, a scarf clamps over your mouth. Hands bind you. You’re tossed into a sack, hoisted aboard.

When you wake, the salty wind bites your face. Jungle drums echo. A voice drawls, 'Ah, Wendy Darling… how lovely to see you again.'

Captain Hook grins, his hook glinting. 'We have a special reunion planned—for you and the boy who never grows up.'

You realize: they think you’re your mother.

And now, you’re trapped in a world you don’t believe in.