"Thank you for that interview. In other news, train wreck in Finchley. Here is Kendall with the story," the anchorman announced.

"Thank you for the into there. This morning around seven o'clock in the morning eight passengers and one train driver where killed today in a train accident. While driving, the train suddenly slipped out of the tracks and crashed into another train that only had three injured passengers. We are unable to identify the passengers that were killed. Names will be announced to latest by tomorrow. Larry, back to you," Kendall explained.

At London Times Publisher

At the reporters area sat Susan Pevensie. She was wearing a red blouse and a green skirt. Her boss, Robert Glenn, came up to her while she was eating her sandwich.

"Susan," cried the fat man.

"Yes sir."

"I need you to check out a recent train crash at Strand Train Station. Then come straight back over here and finish the article before dawn and hand it to the editor. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir. Loud and crystal clear. Nicky, come on. We finally have our front page story!"

Susan never really had her story on the front page. She was always the article behind Steve Arlington. Nicky and Susan called for a cab to take them to the train station. Once they got there, the entire place was crowded with news reporters, and journalists.

"Great, how are we supposed to get to the scene?" Nicky worried.

"Um. Look! There's a little entry way for the employees. We just need to sneak in there and go out through the other side."

Susan and Nicky snuck behind the BBC News truck and broke into the staff room. The room was covered with train schedules and coat hangers. Good thing was that no one was there. Susan led Nicky into the exit door and caught a glimpse of the train.

"I'm sorry misses, but there are no trains coming in or out due to the crash," the security guard warned.

"Oh, we're not here for a ride. We are from the London Times and we are doing an article on the crash, so if you ma-" Susan cut herself off when she saw the bodies lying the carts they were about to put in the ambulances.

"Oh my goodness! That's my family over there!" Susan yelped.

"Oh, excuse me! Family member of the victims coming through!"

The security guard escorted Susan through the crowd. In order from left to right Susan saw Professor Kirk, Polly Plummer, Helen Pevensie (Susan's mother), Lucy Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Eustace Scrub, Jill Pole, and Peter Pevensie. Susan completely forgot about her plans with Peter to take Eustace and Jill back to Narnia.

"These six people here are my relatives and these two are some family friends," Susan said with sorrow. The next week she held their funeral and cast herself out for a month or so. Once Susan came back out to the world, she went to the London Times.

"Ah! Susan! You're back. We've missed you. I'm awfully sorry about your loss," Mr. Glenn tried to cheer up Susan.

"Thank you, if you don't mind I need to see someone about these objects I've inherited. Apparently it's urgent," Susan mumbled.

"No worries. I understand totally that you need some time to recover. Go on; don't even think about coming back to work. Take the rest of the day off."

"Thank you sir."

Susan took her coat and bag and headed to another station to take her to the house where Professor Kirk used to live. There she met a man named Blake Norris.

"You must be Susan Pevensie?" Blake asked.

"Yes and you must be Mr. Norris?" Susan smirked.

"I am. If you'll follow me, there is only one thing that Professor Kirk left you. That thing is this wardrobe."

Blake pointed to the very wardrobe that Susan's sister, Lucy, came up with that whole story of the world inside of it.

"Thank you. Um, are you going to be able to ship it to my home in London?" Susan squinted.

"Yes, as you wish. Whatever you like. Why don't you take this with you now?"

"Sure, I mean thank you sir."

"Great, I'll be right back with the papers you need to sign."

Blake ran out of the room and was heading to the other side of the mansion. Susan was getting curious and wanted to prove to herself that there was no magical world inside the wardrobe. She opened the door and went inside and turned her back to make sure no one would see her go in the wardrobe making her look ridiculous. She put her hand farther behind her back and felt a breeze. She turned and saw a deserted land. The sky was black and that world seemed gloomy. The wind was ice cold and strong as well. It pulled Susan in and shut the door behind her. She turned to try and go back but she could open the door. She stepped on the new world's ground and she slipped. When she fell, she ripped all of her clothes making them useless.

She looked frantically for something to replace her useless clothing in the wardrobe and found a Narnian dress with a cloak.

"So, it wasn't just my imagination. This place is real. But what happened to it? Why would Aslan let this happen?" Susan told herself.

She saw a dark figure coming closer to her. She squinted her eyes and called," Hello? Who are you?"

The figure was coming faster. Soon she noticed that it was a monster not related at all to a Narnian.