A year had passed since we returned from Narnia. It had been a slow year, in which we had to resume our parts in society, and remember how to associate with other humans. We'd forgotten how boring civilization was and how rude humans were. Not to mention the magic that had once been fruitful among us no longer hovered in the air. The war was still going on and times were becoming strenuous as we all became a little older and a little more aware of the society around us. We had returned to school and today, Peter and I were waiting for the rest of our family to join us in the underground train. We were waiting when I caught a whiff of the strong gasoline and train fumes. My husband held my hair as I was sick in a rubbish bin.

"Ellie, love, are you all right?" Peter asked me. I got a drink out of the fountain before answering.

"Yes, don't worry. It must just be the start of something." I had yet to tell him that we would have an addition to the family; I was still waiting for the right moment to tell Peter that he would be a father. Suddenly, a few boys bumped into us.

"Hey, look, it's Peter and his whore!" They jeered. They had once been Peter's friends. They had even been present at our wedding. But Peter had come back from Narnia a changed man and they didn't seem to like that. Peter had an air about him that seemed noble and regal. Some may call it arrogance, but I called it a kingly state of being. It had taken Narnia to help Peter realized that he really didn't like it when people talked about us in that fashion. Yes, we were married. So what? People knew that it had been arranged so that my father could leave me without any remorse. Of course, there had been a bigger part in it than we'd previously realized, but no one needed to know about Aslan's council for us.

"Take that back." Peter threatened. They simply laughed at that. I had to admit, it was a pretty bad comeback. But at least he cared enough to defend my honor.

"Or what? What's big bad ol' Peter going to do to us?" They laughed at us. "Are you going to fight us? C'mon, Peter, I dare you. Oh, but wait, you probably think you're too good for us. Is that what you think? I mean, you don't want to be seen with low-lives like us."

"Oh, shut up, you fat cow." I told them. "Come on, Peter. They really aren't worth it." I placed an arm around his shoulder to steer him away. This would do no good, and I knew it. But the bullies wouldn't have that. They wanted the last word.

"C'mon, Peter. We used to be best friends. Are you really going to let your whore ruin our friendship? Are you really going to do what she tells you?" I'd had it. I pushed myself up to him, and began to tell him to back off.

"Listen, you." I whispered. "Just because girls don't like you doesn't mean you can behave like this. You may be attracting attention, but it's not the kind you want. You're simply an arse. You want your best friend back? Then start acting like a decent human being." And with that, we turned away.

"Well, I guess we can see who really wears the pants in the relationship. Peter, I'm surprised you can take them off." Peter snapped. He turned around once more and punched his former friend square in the jaw. By then, onlookers that had been passing by suspiciously began to form a large crowd, chanting loudly. I groaned and tried to pull my husband apart from the boy. But then, I spotted a bewildered expression in the crowd. It was my youngest sister-in-law, Lucy.

"Lucy! Lucy!" I called above the shouting. I got her attention. "Go and get Susan! Maybe she can help us!" Lucy nodded before running off. I shrugged out of my blazer and rolled up my sleeves before punching a boy, catching him by surprise. Peter was attempting to get out of this, but he was in too deep.

It was my job to help, so I did what I could by trying to even out the brawl. However, one of the boys hit me back, causing Peter to get even angrier. Next thing I knew, Edmund had joined us, and was helping us with the boys. Amazingly enough, he remembered the fights and battles we'd been in back in Narnia, so he was actually doing quite well. By then, Lucy was back with Susan in tow, and the guards came running, blowing into their whistles to diminish the crowd.

"Start acting your age." One of them said to Peter. One of them was trying to help me, but I brushed him away from touching me.

"You're welcome." Edmund muttered as we sat down, waiting for the next train.

"I had it sorted." Peter protested.

"Thanks." I whispered. "You came at the right time." Edmund grinned at me.

"What was it this time?" Susan asked skeptically. Peter sighed before getting up. I looked at my feet.

"They bumped me." Peter lied.

"So you hit them?" Lucy wanted to know. I was trying to figure out why he was lying about what really happened. Sure, it wasn't something to be proud of, but Peter at least could have lied about something more dramatic than a slight nudge.

"No, after that, they made me apologize. That's when I hit them."

"And how did Elizabeth end up in it?" Edmund asked. I nudged him.

"You got involved, too." I muttered. But Susan and Lucy were looking at me, awaiting an answer. "I, er, didn't think it was fair that it was four boys against one. So I decided to take them on."

"Really, is it that hard just to walk away?" Susan asked dully.

"I shouldn't have to!" Peter told them. "I mean, don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?"

"What, we aren't kids?" Edmund asked sarcastically.

"Well we weren't always." He reminded us. "It's been a year. How long does he expect us to wait?" We'd been waiting for some sort of sign from Aslan to let us know when it was time for us to go back to Narnia. Susan, though, ha gone back to her rational self from before Narnia, and didn't really care anymore. She didn't really believe we would be going back. The rest of us, however, couldn't wait to continue our reign in Narnia.

"I think it's time to accept that we live here." Susan told her older brother. "It's no use pretending any different." Peter and I shook our heads. We knew that we needed to go back. We'd left Narnia unawares, and we needed to go back so we could set things right. "Oh, no." She whispered before turning to us. "Pretend your talking to me."

"Er, we are talking to you." Edmund pointed out. Then, out of the blue, Lucy jumped up.

"Ow!" She cried. I stared at her with confusion. "Something pinched me." I looked behind me, but there was nothing there but wall.

"Hey, stop pulling!" Peter told Edmund. He seemed bewildered by his brother's actions.

"I'm not doing anything." Then I gasped as I felt a spark go through my body.

"What was that?" Susan asked, jumping up as well.

"It felt like magic." I told them happily.

"Quick, everyone hold hands." Susan commanded. The train was passing us by, causing the attention that would have been drawn to us turn in a different direction. Soon, I saw the walls of the train station mold into something else entirely. I saw a clear, bright blue sky in the surroundings, and as moments flew by, the train station vanished altogether. We saw an ocean, and we walked toward it with confusion. I saw the beauty around us, and I couldn't help but start jumping for joy. We were back.