“There’s a way to stop it?” I ask. “To save Neverland from destroying itself?” And from destroying everything and everyone within it, I realize. “I believe there is,” he says, his expression steady and calm. “And by saving Neverland, I shall save us all. Would you not pay any price to do the same?” When he says it like that . . . Maybe he’s right. Maybe we’re not so different. I’d pay almost any price to get home, wouldn’t I? To make sure Olivia gets home too?
