Peter stepped through the fire place with a curious look in his eyes, "What do you say-- can I show you Paris in the 20's?" Peter lofted a brow at her.
Wendy hadn’t quite ever figured out just how the boy managed to appear in her fire place, and on the rare occasion while it was still inflamed. But he always had one adventure or another, and Lord knew it was better than Storybrooke. “Paris? The 20s!? Come off it, Peeping Peter, you can’t travel back in time.” It was, after all, 21st century… Wasn’t it?













