Peter Pan1924

Mrs. Darling:
When I came in tonight, I saw a face at the window. The face of a little boy.

Mr. Darling:
Two flights up?

Mrs. Darling:
Yes. And last week, I was drowsing here by the fire. I felt a draft and woke up, and I saw that same little boy in the center of the room. I screamed, Nana leapt at him, but the boy jumped out the window and escaped. But not before the window closed and snapped his shadow clean off.