I don't own any of the following characters. I'm just playing. I' m also not so fond of all Lewis's Christian and pagan slant, but because that's the way the books are written, I have included it.

Peter was beginning to become tired of Susan. Her stubborn protestations to Narnia's existence bored him. As he stood by the rail tracks waiting for Lucy's train, he thought of all they had been through in Narnia. Battles and banquets alike, how could she possibly deny the place that was still so vivid in the others' minds?

Edmund broke his chain of thought, "Mother and father will probably be on Lucy's train."

Peter grunted noncommittally. He was remembering his last "conversation" with Susan.

*

"Don't be silly, Peter. Digory and Polly are just humouring you." She dabbed lipstick on. "Say hi to Lu from me."

Peter began to lose his temper."Then how come they know as much about the places and history of Narnia as the rest of us?"

Susan looked around despairingly. "You all talk about it so much they must pick it up."

Peter gritted his teeth. "Susa-"

"Peter, Narnia is not real! It's just a silly game we played when we were kids." She cut him short.

"Edmund and Eustace were both toerags before they went to Narnia. Now look at them. Narnia helped them." Peter was as white as a sheet.

Susan, though, just shook her head.

"Someday, Peter. You're going to have to grow up." She walked out.

*

Susan was summoned to the head mistress of her school. The teacher planted a hand on her shoulder and began.

"I'm so sorry, Susan, but your family were involved in a rail accident. I'm not sure of the details but your parents and siblings were killed, as was one of your cousins."

Susan's head was swirling.

"You're uncle Harold is making arrangements for you to stay with him and his wife. They will be here soon. I'm sorry."

*

Until she saw it; six coffins laid out side by side, open, Susan had not believed it. Aslan must have somehow, transported them to Narnia before the train hit. But no, this was her punishment.

Her punishment for forgetting about herself, about Narnia, about her childhood and about her faith. For becoming self-absorbed, selfish.

The first three caskets she passed slowly, in a dream. Her mother, her father, Eustace. Then she came to a full stop.

Lucy, her cold, dead hands lay clasped across her chest. Her dark hair splayed around her pale face. She was beautiful.

Edmund, more peaceful than he had ever managed in life, his face, as pale as Lucy's, had a look of content on it, a knowing smile playing on his lips and doodled across his hand, now faint, elaborate patterns surrounded the letters: NARNIA.

She moved on, to her oldest sibling and lay a hand on his icy cheek.

Peter, all the regality* of the Narnian High King restored to him as he lay motionless, lifeless in his coffin.

He too, lay peaceful but his dignity had remained carved on his face, now and forever more.

She leant over him and whispered in his ear, "I remember."

A wind blew, touching her, but she was not chilled. She looked East and smiled.

*I'm not sure why, 'cos I would have sworn this was a word, but my computer doesn't like it so if it isn't, I'm sorry.