The sun was just beginning to rise as the plane seemed to cross over a body of land.

I guess that we must be close.

It was hair to tell the sky apart from the water, as it reflected the organs and yellows of the sky perfectly.

It was honestly beautiful. Some moments in life are just perfect.

Elle was asleep, her head rested on my shoulder, her brown hair acting as a pillow for my shoulder.

At least one of us got a good sleep. my dreams... They honestly take so much energy out of me, it's like I was there, physically in the dream. I honestly wonder if that is what happens...if it was, it would be such a major annoyance.

I wonder what Elle's dreaming about?

...
Elle P.O.V
...

There was something strange about my dream. It was like any random dream a person would have, filled with what they were talking about or thinking about right before they had fallen asleep.

Needless to say that my dream was filled with me running around as a lost girl along side Pan and his lost boys.

But Pan pulled me aside, by my wrist letting the boys run ahead. "We're escaping tomorrow night." He whispers in his beautiful British voice.

I look at him with a silly smile, "but we're in Neverland! We're free as birds here! Why would we need to escape." I say twirling around in the small clearing.

"Are you ready to go?" He says with his serious stare still plastered on his face.

Off in the distance I hear another story, feminine voice reply, "I'm ready."

But it sounds so familiar...where do I know it from.

"Good, you know what you have to do?" Pan says looking at me dead in the eye. There's something off about them, the usual playfulness there has turned into nothing but a hollow shell inside.

"Yeah, I do." That distant voice calls out again, "we need to sleep, good night." It calls fading unit the distance and Pan speaks again.

"Good night..."

"What are you talking about?" I question, stepping closer to him,
Taking his cheek with my hand.

He grabs my my wrist forcefully, taking it away from his face. His eyes hardened, with those beautiful forest green shone brightly. Like there was legit light coming out of his eyes when he says with a deep voice, "WAKE UP!"

It caused me to scream and fall to the ground. It was cold, and hard, probably like most grounds but it was slightly smooth too.

I push my self up onto my elbows before standing up to look at my surroundings.

"Where am I?" I mutter looking g around me. I was in the middle of a hallway, which had glowing laser bars in open sections.

It must have been a jail of some sort. I look to the cell on my left, upon peering inside there was a guy sleeping inside, on a slap of concrete sticking out of the wall with a thin mattress as a makeshift bed. He was rolled on his side so that his body was facing the cell door, so the light of the cell reflected off in his blonde hair.

Why would he be in here? What kind of place is this? Off to the right of the cell there was a small plaque. It read:

Prisoner number 11514: Kenneth
Species: Evo
Abilities: Unknown

He was beginning to shut his eyes, and I assume he fell asleep. He looked like a teenager, or maybe even older than that, possibly reaching the age of twenty or more.