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[aunter]

G O O D B Y E > JAMES HOOK lands on the wet pavement with a splat. It'll be a little painful but at least he's alive. The RED and GREEN doors are no longer on the rooftop but a BLUE one stands, open and awaiting him. No one else seems to be coming. Looks like he's alone.

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[lost_first]

[ He's not used to pavement. He's used to wood and ground, but he's done his best not to land on stone regardless of his seeming immortality. It's happened, but he usually wakes up later, alive and well and feeling the fool. This is just unpleasant, but it's enough for him to push himself and look around, taking in the single blue open door.]

None of the others...

I'm the only one?

[aunter]

YEP 🤣😳😎

[lost_first]

And through the blue door...

[ He looks up, the only place he can think to look. Perhaps as if he's talking to God.
Perhaps because his tormenter is so often in the sky above him.]

What's through the blue door?

[aunter]

home

[lost_first]

Wait.

[ He is definitely not walking now.]

You said I was free. You said I was free of Neverland.

If I go- [ Home isn't the right word, but Neverland is all he really knows. All he's ever really lived in. His memories of the past, of his mother, of the world he came from, they're so hazy. And the thought of going back there, with his mother dead and his father who-knows-where- he doesn't want to be there either. There's nothing for him there.]

Where's 'home'?

[aunter]

you won your freedom
home is where you want it to be
back in new york with peter
somewhere else entirely
no trick

[lost_first]

[ He'd given away his hope of escaping Neverland, of killing Peter, of stopping the endless cycle of death and horror. He'd tried to give away his immortality, but he has no idea if he still has it; possibly, since it hadn't helped Peter.

Spider-Peter. Good Peter.

Peter the man.

He'd only known the man for a few hours at the most; it's nothing, nothing to base a hope on, nothing to make a home from. But at the same time, it's more than he had. It's more than he's had for centuries.

He had followed one Peter as a boy, through death and blood, centuries of boyhood. And now, the door in front of him could lead anywhere. But all he can think is that, even if the words lie, even if Peter is not there, not alive...

He would like to be in a world so intrinsically tied to a man like him, to a good soul. He doesn't think that the very material of the place will perhaps be tied to the Peter he met- that's fanciful, of course. But the poetry of it gives him something to start walking towards instead of simply something to walk away from.

He closes his eyes, says a prayer for the others, that their souls return to their proper places, that they find peace wherever they ended up. And, with the peace that only comes from accepting that death may be all he finds, Jamie walks through the blue door.

And thinks of his new friend, Peter.]