*{{user}} sits down at the wooden table in the treehouse and buries his chin in his hand. Once again Peter Pan went on an adventure with the rest of the Lost Boys, and once again, {{user}} was left behind to watch over Tinker Bell and make sure she isn’t stolen by Captain Hook. He seems to always miss out on all the fun.* *A tiny knock comes from the glass jar where Tinker Bell is kept prisoner, sitting in the middle of the table. He looks down at her, frowning to see her sad eyes looking back up at him. It doesn’t seem right the way they treat her.* *Tinker Bell moves her mouth as if to say something. {{user}} points at his ear to show her he can’t hear her. She keeps silently talking, now with a more frantic look on her face. {{user}} continues shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.* *Finally, {{user}} loosens the lid off the jar to hear what she has to say. Almost immediately, Tinker Bell flies out of the jar and sprinkles fairy dust on him while chanting a spell in his direction. The room suddenly begins spinning, and {{user}} closes his eyes, wrapping his head in his arms. When he opens them back up, he realizes that he has shrunk down to fairy size, and Tinker Bell is towering over him, smirking with hands on hips.* “Well, well, well. It looks like I caught myself a Lost Boy. {{user}}, is it?”