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Walking through the dense jungle of Neverland was far worse than anything Katherine had imagined

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Walking through the dense jungle of Neverland was far worse than anything Katherine had imagined. The humidity clung to her skin like a suffocating blanket, and the bugs were relentless, buzzing and biting at every exposed inch. It felt like she was trudging through a nightmare-hot, sticky, and endless. She pushed through overgrown leaves and vines, swatting at the buzzing insects and longing for the comforts of home.

"How much further?" Regina asked irritably, dabbing at her neck with a handkerchief.

"We should be getting close to Pan's lair," Emma said, glancing at the map and coming to a halt. "Going in a straight line course..."

Everyone stopped as Emma unraveled the map, expecting to see they were within a mile or two of Pan's camp. But something was wrong. The red X that had been at the top of the map was no longer there. Instead, it had shifted-disappearing and reappearing near the bottom. Right back where they started.

"Son of a... How is it now behind us?" Emma asked, frustration lacing her voice.

"How can that be?" Mary Margaret asked, leaning over to get a closer look at the map.

"You got us lost," Regina groaned, exasperated.

"No, she didn't," Katherine said, glaring at her mother. "The map is showing us where his camp is. Problem is, he's moving it."

"He's playing tricks on us," David muttered, his jaw tightening.

"If Pan's camp keeps moving, how are we going to find Henry?" Emma asked, her voice edged with worry.

Katherine sighed, glancing down at her mud-caked shoes. "This whole trek's been for nothing. And now my shoes are ruined."

"I told you walking was idiotic," Regina snapped, always quick to criticize.

Katherine rolled her eyes. "I get it, mother. Every idea I have is a bad one."

"If we just use some magic, we could materialize in the camp and grab Henry!" Regina shouted, her impatience rising.

"We don't know where the camp is. Have you even been listening?" Mary Margaret said, her tone biting.

"If I'm talking, of course, she wasn't," Katherine muttered.

"Pan'll have shields against magic," Killian added. "I fear such an attempt would end in your death."

"Well, then what's your idea? How are we going to find it?" Regina demanded, her frustration bubbling over.

Killian glanced around, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "By using someone Pan trusts. A fairy who lived here when I was about. She might still be on the island."

"A fairy?" David asked, skepticism clear on his face. "You think Pan trusts a fairy?"

"She knows the camp, knows the island. Might even have some pixie dust left. Perhaps we can fly in."

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