Star

"You complete idiot," she hissed into the walkie talkie. "This isn't it." "But ... I've always ... I just assumed ... for ages, everyone has said ...," he stammered back. "GET A BASIC STAR MAP OR A FREAKING GPS," she blasted. "THIS ISN'T IT." "Okay ... are you ... safe ... I mean ... are you headed back?" he flubbered. The black stone gates, stories taller than her head, began to open. "Shit," Wendy whispered. "Shitshitshit. Truthfully, I don't know the answer to any of that now, thanks to your glaring incompetence and my delusional levels of trust." "Wendy, I ...," Peter began (apologetically). "Oh, sod off," she barked, releasing a low stream of curses. "I'm going in. FOR THE RECORD, 'second star to the right and straight on 'til morning' is NOT Neverland. The air is so thick, it's like being underwater; I think this is R'lyeh." "WHAT?!?" he blustered back, but she switched the channel off.