Bea raced to her father's side. What magic she hadn't spend destroying Pan she channeled into her father and sister. There was nothing she could do. No sooner could she patch a wound than another reopened. She could bring them to the brink of life but that's all she could do. She felt her power weakening and their souls drifting further towards the Great Rivers.
"Bea," Hook muttered, the words just barely audible.
"I'm here, Papa," she replied. Wendy, slowly dying now that her bond to Pan was gone wasted away, her final moments with her family. "I'm here too, Papa,' Wendy said.
"I'm glad," Hook whispered. "I-I can't see you." Bea spun some magic to temporarily reform her father's eye. "Oh there you are," he said, Bea had reverted to her adult from in the fight, Hook was, well -- "My how you've grown," he said in delirium, "I'm so proud to see that you've become a lady." What he was seeing, Bea could not understand, that he was happy was her only concern. "Wendy," he muttered, "say hello to your new sister." Bea looked over at Wendy. Wendy smiled and was gone. Bea wept. "So nice to have the family here," he said, his voice growing weaker with each letter. "I think I must be going," Hook whispered. The smile that he wore slowly fading. "Papa has to go, Bea."
"Of course," she said, the tears uncontrollable, "I'll be here, Papa."
She weaved a ghostly hand for him to hold on to.
"Remember me, won't you?" the words echoed, "In dreams, remember..."