Once upon a time, she measured time in dreams. Dreams of being a wife and mother, of being surrounded by those she loved as she grew old and died a peaceful death. Dreams of the war being over. Dreams of her father coming home. Then she measured it in events. Battles, balls, and tournaments. But when she went back to whence she came, she measured in goals met. This test, that boarding school, yet another train ride. Numb to the world, numb from having her life ripped away from her. When she met Caspian, it was as if all her world had fallen into place. Brought back to the place she belonged, that she still secretly called home, with the man she had always dreamed of. But it was ripped away from her again. She hid away every part of her that yearned to go back, and created a mask to protect her heart. A mask that was just like every other girl her age. A mask that wore lipstick, and went to parties, and danced with boys. But then the crash happened, and everything was measured as the Before and the After.