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Many of you here tonight

were once lost children...

...but Granny Wendy found parents

and homes for each of you...

...and saved you.

That's her miracle.

I know that if you could stand now, you

would express much better than I have...

...your feelings of gratitude...

...appreciation...

...and warm feelings...

...for this wonderful woman.

I guess we do have

something in common.

We're orphans.

Hook!

Hook.

Jack...

You all right?

Wendy?

Thank you, Nigel. Norman?

Neville, sir.

Is that English?

Merry Christmas.

I was proud of you.

It was a beautiful speech.

Yes, it was.

Liza?

Tootles?

My God! The children!

Jack! Answer me!

Maggie!

The wind came up.

The door closed on me...

...and the children were screaming!

The children were screaming!

The window.

"Dear Peter:

Your presence is required

at the request of your children.

Kindest personal regards...

...J.A.S. Hook...

...Captain."

Have to fly. Have to fight.

Have to crow. Have to save Maggie.

Have to save Jack.

Hook is back.

Who?

Gran!

Well, the lab boys can

analyze this little lot.

We've wired the phones, and two

of my lads will be outside at all times.

It's possible that this

is some kind of ridiculous prank.

My children are missing.

Yes, but the literary history

of the family suggests...

Let's hope...

I've forgotten how to fly.

Yeah, well, one does.

Good night, ma'am.

Good night, sir.

No more happy thoughts.

Lost!

Lost!

- The police will do everything they can.

- The police can do nothing.

Really? Maybe we should

call the American police.

In a crisis, we English

always make a cup of tea.

Moira, would you?

Yes, of course.

Don't forget to warm the pot.

I'll go.

You stay.

Don't worry, Gran Wendy,

I wasn't gonna leave.

Hand me my book, please.

It's time to tell you, at last.

Tell me what?

How far back can you remember, Peter?

I remember the hospital

on Great Ormond Street.

You worked with orphans.

You arranged for the adoption

by my American parents.

You were 12, nearly 13.

I mean, before that.

There's nothing before that.

Try, Peter. Do try.

Nothing.

You know, when I was young...

...no other girl held your favor

the way I did.

I expected you to alight on the church

and forbid my vows on my wedding day.

I wore a pink satin sash.

But you didn't come.

Grandma?

Yes, I was an old lady

when I wrapped you in blankets.

A grandmother.

With my 13-year-old granddaughter

asleep in the bed.

Moira.

And when you saw her...

...that was when you decided

not to go back to Never Land.

Where?

To Never Never Land.

- I'll get Moira.

- I've tried to tell you...

- Maybe the tea's ready.

- I knew you'd forgotten!

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