Disclaimer: I own nothing except Addye, Rayne, and James (And yes I promise you, though this chapter may seem pointless now there is a reason to it.)

She rolled over in her sleep. Digory Kirke watched his niece sleep fitfully, rolling to and fro and calling different names at random.

"Rayne," she finally murmured, "Don't hurt her..."

Digory reached his hand out to her as she whimpered from the memory. Tears ran down her cheeks and still she begged the unseen antagonist not to hurt Rayne over and over again. Then she screamed as if in pain thrashing desperately. Digory restrained her as she screamed, kicked, and punched in her dream state. She opened her eyes for the first time in months and Digory saw the confused young girl who had come to live with him when her caregiver, her grandmother, had passed away. He released her and she sat up gasping for air clutching her chest.

"Rayne?" she whimpered.

"She's gone Addye."

She shook her head desperately trying to fight the tears, "No, no, no..."

Addye rocked forwards and backwards, "No, no, no, no, no...she's not gone, she's not gone...no...no..."

Digory gently patted her back as tears formed in his eyes.

"Addye," the old man whispered.

"I want my sister!" she screamed desperately.

"Addye you're not well lay down."

Addye trembled holding herself in her arms as she sobbed, "I want my sister."

Digory pulled Addye into his arms the way he had when she'd been the six year old that had been placed into his custody. She clung to his nightshirt and sobbed into his neck on that hospital bed.

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"July 12, 1941. The day the world stopped turning, the day my heart started burning. Why must this fall on me, I know it's my fault you had to leave. How could you do that for me. Why did you do that for me, now all my heart does is bleed. Won't you just come back to me? Please?.....No that was miserable it's I, me, my. It's supposed to be about her." Addye sighed and began trying think up more songs.

The sun was just rising, illuminating everything on the ground to life.

Digory opened the door to her room and peaked in. To see Addye sitting up in her bed looking out the window. His daughter hadn't been the same upbeat cheerful girl since the loss of her sister. She was always in her room or her sisters room just staring out the window. She hardly talked anymore and it had been a year. She needed to escape, the marks of her sister were still here and he feared she'd do something drastic if she didn't get out. The opportunity came in a month, this year he couldn't home school her so she'd have to go away. The Pevensies were going to a boarding school so he had signed her up as well. They'd been friends and hopefully they still were.

"Addye," the elderly man sat slowly next to her on the bed.

She turned her head to him, "It's been a year."

Digory sighed, "So it has been."

The seventeen-year-old traced the lines on her quilt, "The whole world was celebrating while we were grieving."

Digory placed a hand on her shoulder, "We need to talk."

She started at him pointedly, "We already are."

Digory laughed, "No, it's more about your education. I'm not going to be able to teach you next year. We're running low on money and I'm probably going to have to sell the house, so I'm sending you to a boarding school with some of the money your parents and grandmother left you after their deaths."

Addye stared at him, horrified, "Use the money on the debt notices, use it to pay bills for electricity, but don't send me away. Not from this house, not from her memory. Not away from her."

Digory shook his head, "You need to get away from here, you need time to recuperate."

Addye had tears forming in her eyes, "Da...Da please no. I..I'm fine really, please. I'll go out I'll go see some of my friends, Da don't send me away!"

Digory sighed, "If I thought you were over it I wouldn't send you away, but this is for your own good. Because I love you and care about you."

Addye violently shook her head, "If you loved me you wouldn't send me away, if you cared about me you wouldn't be complaining that I still grieve for the loss of my sister."

Digory Kirke reached for her hand, "Addye, this is for the best."

Addye yanked her hand away, "You're not my father, you don't know what's right for me and what isn't."

Addye saw the pain in his eyes when she said it, but she was furious and seeing the hurt made her feel the slightest bit better.

He stood up and walked slowly to the door, "You start in September, Mrs. Macready will drive you into town to get your odds and ends."

Addye sniffled, "What have I done?"

'He's my only family and I just hurt him.'

She pulled herself from bed and walked to her closest and took out a prairie skirt and a loose blouse. She dressed and then walked slowly to the room down the hall; her sisters room

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On her bed was laid out her nightgown as if she were only in the shower. The blinds were open welcoming in sunlight and her desk was littered with drawings and letters. There were pictures hanging on the wall.

Addye placed her hand under her sisters pillow and pulled out a diary of pictures. On the cover was the two of them arms wrapped around each other Rayne's brown hair and Addye's blonde hair in ponytails and they were dressed alike.

The first picture was the wedding kiss between their parents, the second baby Rayne, and the third baby Addye, numerous pictures of them for four years, and then a picture of their father's mother. The two tombstones, the two years with their grandmother, and then another tombstone. Then came the pictures of them playing ball in the yard with Digory, and studying, going on trips, there were the pictures of Rayne and some boy holding hands, the first clumsy kiss, and then there was pictures for a few more years. The last entry was a picture of James' proposal to Rayne. She'd said yes, then she'd died three months later. James still came around, he'd come check up on her, see if she'd moved on yet. He'd enlisted in case another war broke out, he was still grieving also.

But unlike him, she completely blamed herself, he always said it wasn't her fault, "If you only knew."

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She pushed the photo book back under the pillow and walked to the study.

"Da?" Addye looked high and low but couldn't find her father anywhere.

"Miss Addye, your out of bed nice and early today. Would you like anything to eat?"

Addye turned to see Ivy smiling at her, "No thank you, do you know where my Da is?"

Ivy looked at her surprised, "The professor? He left about twenty minutes ago, he's gone over to Ms. Polly's. But he said to tell you, once you're ready, go to Mrs. Macready because she's going to bring you into town today."

Addye sighed, "Oh all right then, is she in the kitchen?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank you."

Addye walked to the kitchen slowly trailing her fingers along the wall and humming.

"Are you ready to go?" Mrs. Macready asked as Addye walked in.

"Hmm? Oh, yes ma'am."

"Then go and get some shoes and meet me by the barn."

Addye watched the woman stand and leave, and then went and retrieved a pair of slippers that the professor had bought her while he was away.

She ran down the stairs and paused beside the wardrobe room.

'What it would be like to escape into another world.'

Da had told her all about Narnia and Charn for years as she grew up and now she just found them entertaining for there was no way they could be true.

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"You took your sweet time, come on in the cart." Mrs. Macready sat with the reins in her hands.

"Sorry, I'm not used to, well you know." Addye sighed and pulled herself into the back of the cart.

"So, do you know why we're going into town?"

Sullenly Addye shrugged, "I don't know, school uniforms and ink wells?"

Mrs. Macready laughed, "Not quite, the professor's having me make a big dinner because he's inviting people over for dinner in two days. The Pevensies, the girls are going to the same school as you, did you know that?"

Addye tilted her head to the right, "Pevensie, you can't mean Susan and Lucy?"

The house keeper nodded, "They were at the house last year during the Blitz. Quite a rambunctious bunch. The oldest boy seemed to have leadership problems in the beginning, the youngest boy seemed to be angry and very irritable, the elder girl seemed to try and prove her knowledge and cool headedness, and the youngest girl seemed to be easily hurt but very excitable.

Then something changed them a few days into the stay, for I remember thinking in the beginning, how the profesor wouldn't be able to handle all the ruckus while both of his children were in the hospital. They began being nicer to each other, they didn't yell unless they were playing some game, they were ever so polite and they continually talked to the profesor about some game they played where 15 years passed in a second. They were gone before you came back though, for I almost thought that they would, well never mind."

Addye silently contemplated each word said. "Well why are they coming? Besides the fact that I'm going to school with the girls."

Mrs. Macready shrugged, "I don't know my dear. But it must be important if we have to go out and buy food."

Addye laid on her back and looked up at the clouds, "Nanna, do you think we could pick up my school supplies today? I mean just to make Da happy, I said some things I shouldn't have when he said he was sending me away to school."

"Something you said that makes you want to buy unwanted materials. What in all of the heavens did you say child?" Mrs. Macready asked.

"I said he wasn't my father so he didn't know whats right for me, and if he loved me he wouldn't send me away."

There was silence except the rhythmic trot coming from the old horse.

"You really hurt him, I've only once seen him so broken. The wounds won't ever fully heal, but he'll forgive you if you ask."

Addye sighed, "It just kind of slipped out, I was so upset. I just thought he would never send me away, you know? I mean what if something happens while I'm gone? I couldn't live with that."

"Child you will be the death of me the way you speak."

"I hope not, who else shall I pester with my what ifs and you knows?"

They laughed lightly and then spoke on things such as the weather and the quality of old craftsmanship.

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"The school uniform consists of a white button up blouse, a burgundy sweater, a grey skirt or jumper, if you wear the jumper you wear a burgundy vest, and there's a black and yellow tie. My what dreadful wear." Mrs. Macready said as she glanced at the list that Profesor Kirke had given her for when she went to buy Addye's things.

"Thanks for reminding me." Addye said glumly.

"Oh, you haven't heard the best part. It's an all girls school! The boys school is across the train tracks, isn't that exciting?"

Addye groaned, "You're kidding right?"

Mrs. Macready snorted, "You sure wish I was."

"Absolutely. So, do I need the typical things such as paper, ink wells, quills, journals, and my own copy of all the books."

"And more." Mrs. Macready said matter of factly.

"So pretty much this is going to be the worst year of my life."

"Be happy this is your last year in primary school, other wise you'd be going for more than just this year. Have you picked out any universities you might like to attend? "

Addye shrugged, "I figure I'll let Da tell me the best schools for young ladies who don't want to be stay home mothers. I mean it isn't exactly like we're in America where they got to work men's jobs during and after the war."

"Well how about you move to America then?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'd rather stay in England, I could never move away from everyone."

"When will we get there?"Addye asked a few moments later when her stomach began to rumble.

"Did Ivy not offer you something to eat before we left?" Mrs. Macready asked.

"Well she did but I wasn't hungry at the time."

"We'll probably be there within fifteen minutes, so fix up your hair and we'll eat at the diner."

Addye ran her fingers through her hair and then pulled it back into a bun.

"So, I've just thought of a reason the Pevensies might be coming over."

"Why is that? So I can appear to be a mean old woman to them again?" Mrs. Macready suggested.

"Well we live two miles away from the train station, if you can consider it that, and then it's only a two hour train ride to the St. Petersburg railway, where we could catch another train to the schools."

"It's a possibility. My you've been talkative today child." She said as she mopped the sweat from her brow.

"Why are you trying to change the topic?" Addye asked teasingly.

"I'm not but normally you're silent as death. Giving only two or one word responses depending on the question. Typically yes, or no, or I haven't an idea."

"I guess I just want Da to see that I'm trying to move on. It's just hard."Addye sighed.

"I know child, and no matter what your father says he hasn't moved on either."

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"Today is Saturday yes?" Mrs. Macready asked as she finished the last bit of her omelet.

Addye nodded as she held a piece of biscuit to her lips, "Yes, why?"

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking of how just about two years ago we sat in this same diner and celebrated your sisters seventeenth birthday."

Addye smiled, "Didn't she meet James here the summer before that?"

Mrs. Macready laughed, "If I'm correct he accidentally spilled his drink in her lap, when he went to talk to her for the first time."

Addye had tears in her eyes she was laughing so hard, "And then he apologized profusely, and she ended up asking him on a date."

Mrs. Macready wiped the tears from her eyes, "I suppose it's time for us to go do our shopping then."

As they stood from the table Addye recognized the the topic of their discussion, "James!"

He turned and smiled at her. He was a slender boy, with round glasses at the bridge of his nose, and tidy brown hair, "Addye, Mrs. Macready! How nice to see you both, my what brings both you all the way out to town?"

Addye shrugged, "Food and school supplies."

"School supplies? Why do you...isn't the professor teaching you this year?"

Addye shook her head, "I'm going to boarding school, funny thought really. I never complied well with rules."

James laughed, "Well you don't be too much trouble for those poor teachers."

Addye nodded, "Of course. You know me, I'd never do such a thing in all of my days."

Mrs. Macready smirked, "Oh child you shall be the death of us all."

She threw her arms around James' waist and hugged him tiredly, "I'll miss you."

James patted her back gently, "Don't miss me too much, because I might not be here when you get back."

Addye looked at him horrified, "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to South America, it's my first post after boot camp."

"Will you come back?" She asked almost pleadingly.

"I will, when I feel the time is right." He tossed her hair teasingly. "Don't grow up too much while I'm away."

"Don't get yourself shot or heavens save your soul I'll bring you back and kill you myself." She warned him.

"I'll try, hey cheer up kid! I'll see you soon."

"Bye James," she waved once more and then Addye and Mrs. Macready left.

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"I had been looking forward to that boy being in the family, so well mannered and always on the optimistic side of things. Addye, dear, will you tie up the horse while I go buy the bread from the bakers.

Always best fresh!"

Addye nodded, "What are we making by the way?"

"Many things, some include chicken and dumplings, minced pie, roast beef, fried chicken, potatoes, treacle tart, stew, steak and kidney pie, blood pudding, and many, many more." Mrs. Macready rambled on excitedly.

"And WHO exactly is eating all of this? It can't just be us and the Pevensies, that's only twelve people. Thirteen if Polly comes, and she normally does."

"Who are you expecting to come if you're getting thirteen?"

"Well there's you, me, Da, Ivy, Betty, Margaret, Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie, their four children, and Polly."

"Child, Ivy, Betty, and Margaret will not be eating with us while we have guests. They'll be serving the food as they are accustomed to do so."

"But Da lets them eat with us while we have guests normally."

"We'll speak to your father then, now please go tie up the old dear, please."

"Alright, alright. You need week old bread for the dumplings!" She called after Mrs. Macready's retreating back.

She huffed frustratedly, since normal people drove cars there weren't many horse rings. Of course they lived in the country so not many people had cars and most rode horses, but hey why would anyone want to tie up their horse.

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It smelled of powder and leather, not the best smell for a seamstress' work place.

Addye squirmed as the owner of the shop took in a few skirts. The rest of the clothes (including two new Sunday dresses and a formal dress) and supply shopping was finished the only thing they needed to pick up were oats and fruit. Mrs. Macready had stuck her in here once she'd tied up the horse and then she'd gone and retrieved everything they needed and was now carrying two large wicker baskets full of fresh food.

"So for the tarts and the pie's we need lots of fruit. And some nice oatmeal for breakfast and of course we can mix some oats into the horses mash, no doubt they'll appreciate that."

"Mmhmm," Addye agreed boredly.

"Well all your clothes are finished dear, now if you'll just come over here and pay for this." Mrs. Macready went to the woman and payed for the new clothes

"Alright, well thank you. You're good to go dear."

Addye took the clothes pile and placed it into a large brown paper bag.

"So why don't you go buy some candies and then meet me by the carriage."

Addye shrugged, "Alright, do you know any types of candies they might like in particular?"

"They? Oh the Pevensies! Oh dear, no. No, I don't. Just get a few things you like and we can come back later to pick up more candies."

Addye looked at her supprised, "You do realise it's at least 16 km from here to the house right? It's not a trip I like to make often. Especially on that rickety cart, if we were just horseback riding I wouldn't mind."

"Your father said no Addye. You're a young lady, you might try acting like one."

"He's the one who taught me to ride so he can't exactly complain now can he?"

"His rules not mine."

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Addye huffed and headed over to the candy store.

The wind tousled her hair and she could almost see her and her sister running through the doors of the candy shop for the first time looking at everything in awe.

"Addye!" she looked up and saw the stores owner looking at her surprised, he was an older man with a few missing teeth a hunched back and and a balding head.

"Mr. Johnson!" He'd looked the same for many years but had a little more hair and a few more teeth when she'd originally met him.

"How are you, my girl? I haven't seen you in here for a few months."

Addye shrugged, "Oh you know it's all the same tit for tat. How are you? I heard that your son was in the hospital, is he alright?"

"We're all fine, it was just a slight case of the flu. The doctors cured him up and had him home in no time."

"That's fantastic, Mr. Johnson. I just need to pick up a few things then I have to head home."

"Addye, your Da likes those caramels, there in the corner."

"Thanks Mr. Johnson. Would you know what the children who stayed at the manor last year would like?"

"I believe it was that they enjoyed the nut free turkish delight. They staying again?"

"Just dinner as far as I know at the moment. Mrs. Macready has me on snack duty."

"Alright then I wouldn't want to keep you too long."

Addye walked around picking up the turkish delight and the caramels, and then carefully choosing between peppermints and penny chocolates silver cups.

She ended up with the Rockwood's chocolates, figuring they would last longer.

"That'll be a dollar and a nickel. You be safe now Miss Addye."

"Have a nice day Mr. Johnson!"

Now in a fantastic mood Addye walked to the old carriage and placed the brown paper bags next to her.

"You know Nanna, I don't think boarding school will be nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

"You keep saying that darling." said Mrs. Macready as she brought the old cart horse to a trot