The Wardrobe…er, Closet.

It was Sunday night, Isabelle had to do homework, laundry and room cleaning before she could even think about sleep. She figured that she couldn't concentrate on her homework until she knew that she'd have clean clothes to wear. She also couldn't do laundry until her closet was empty of clothes and other crap that had piled up over the past three years.

Her closet wasn't exactly walk-in style but so much stuff was packed in there that she had to go in to pull everything out. Isabelle was blindly pulling lost belongings out of her closet and onto her room floor to sort later. The sheer amount of stuff was sickening, it wasn't even good stuff. 15 years worth of gifts from grandmas, aunts and friends who just didn't understand her. While listening to her iPod with out-of-date headphones, she threw a pink purse from the fifth grade (a gift from grandma) and grunted with the effort because it was stuck under a pile of jeans. Her battery was full on the MP3; this was a good thing because it looked like she'd be needing it.

Suddenly, Isabelle saw something she didn't recognize on the back wall. Figuring that it must be something from the early years, she reached out putting all of her weight on one hand expecting to hit the back wall. If life went the way everyone expects, however, this story wouldn't be happening. Without warning, the wall gave way to nothing and Isabelle fell through the back of her closet into…what?

A mouth full of snow.

She stood back up in her own closet and starred into the nothingness beyond the hand-me-down dressy clothes that hung from a rail. Tentatively, she clambered over the mess and felt her foot contact with cold snow. She quickly pulled on warmer shoes (snow would go right through her Chucks) and continued through her closet tripping on a stray backpack and falling again into the wet snow.

When Isabelle stood up, she saw pine trees covered in ice crystals and a clear path with a clean layer of snow leading away from her room. She placed her iPod carefully away in her pocket and thought, Well, it's better than doing English homework. Indeed.

Isabelle followed the path humming the song she'd been listening to earlier. She stopped when she saw a lamppost about twenty feet away. A sudden burst of déjà vu washed over her and she drew closer to the lamppost in curiosity.

Four children spilled from a nearby tree and they all turned to stare at her. She starred back because she knew each of them.

Lucy spoke first, "Hello," she said and held out her hand. Isabelle took her hand and replied, "You shake it, right?" Lucy looked puzzled for a moment then nodded.

"I'm-"

"Lucy."

"Yes, and my sister-"

"Susan."

"Yes, and my brothers."

"Edmund and Peter."

"Yes, how do you know us?"

Isabelle grinned, in her wildest dreams (and this could've been one) maybe she would've met the Pevensie children but as the actors, not actually them, in Narnia. Beaming, she explained, "You guys are famous, C.S. Lewis wrote books, people made movies, I made you guys my heroes. Anyone who hasn't heard of you lives under a rock."

The Pevensie children were still gaping at Isabelle in her jeans, sneakers, and hoodie. Isabelle glanced down and saw that her sweatshirt clearly stated: Pirates of the Caribbean, Ye Be Warned. Wrong movie.

"I'm also from the future kind of, about 60 years after you guys left the wardrobe, give or take."

Edmund, trying to be the tough guy, strode forward. He drew his full height (4'10 to Isabelle's 5'6) and glared. Isabelle laughed, "You're the troublemaker, don't try to scare me." Edmund continued to look at her but with softer eyes as he said, "If we're so famous, how come we don't know about it?" Isabelle replied, "Because you're in the third scene of the movie, there are quite a few more until you beat the crap out of the White Witch."

Lucy turned at the mention of the name; she'd been counting snowflakes while Edmund had been arguing with the new stranger. She White Witch was bad and asked, "What about the Witch?"

"More like bitch but she is the," Isabelle made quotation marks with her fingers. "'Queen of Narnia,'" She put her hands down. "And you four eventually get rid of her. Oops, that was the ending, sorry."

Peter spoke and said, "How can we do that, we just got here." Isabelle rolled her eyes and said, "I said eventually. Now look, I can either explain the next few days of your lives or you can live them." Susan cocked an eyebrow. "I'll give you fair warning if anything nasty is about to happen." Isabelle thought this was a good deal, if she got to run around Narnia for a week. Lucy did too and said, "Only if we get your name first."

"My name is Isabelle, but everyone calls me Izzy because I look like Corbin Bleu in-wait, you guys have no idea who he is do you?" Every one of the Brits shook their heads. "Call me Izzy then, your unofficial guide to Narnia."

The siblings all exchanged slightly nervous glances; she was American for crying out loud.

Five children crunched through the snow of Narnia. Lucy was grim because Edmund had confessed to telling the Witch about Mr. Tumnus, but only after Izzy had forced it out of him. They were all going to the home of Mr. Tumnus anyway because Izzy wanted the story to continue. The children had to something in the plot and doing something about the missing faun seemed like a good place to start. When they arrived, Lucy ran through the destructed home looking for Mr. Tumnus knowing he wasn't there. She was in a worse state than the house when they decided to leave the place. Izzy kneeled down to Lucy's level wiping a tear from her own eye and told her, "It's alright Lucy, Mr. Tumnus is fine. He's just," She searched for a way to explain that Mr. Tumnus was in a frozen cell with no food, water, or anything. Just him and the cold. "He's taking a time out with that witch in a way, he'll be fine."

Lucy didn't seem convinced but she stopped crying.

Peter also tried to comfort his little sister. Both Izzy and Peter held Lucy tightly until it became a group hug with everyone on the emotional side, except Edmund who was trying to hide he face in the middle of the hug. When the group broke, Izzy sighed and said, "I'm sorry we all had to see that, but we have to leave now." The four other children nodded and Izzy away from the ransacked home.

All of the kids slowly stumbled down the hill leading to the faun's house. The British children all had their heads bowed to the wind. Izzy looked as if she was trying to enjoy a pleasant walk, immune to the cold. Susan noticed this and asked, "Aren't you freezing?" Izzy shook her head, "Not in the least." She said. "I'm from Minnesota, this is nice." Edmund lowered his jaw in shock letting more chill enter his body. He hadn't stopped shivering since he'd arrived in Narnia.

The children let Izzy do what she wanted when they heard a noise. Izzy backed away slowly wanting to see this in real-ish life. The noise frightened the Pevensies at first. Their heads turned every way possible trying to catch the noise. They didn't notice what it was until they stopped looking around and looked down, to see a beaver, Edmund was first and jumped about five feet in the air. The other children did the same but didn't emit quite the same quality squeak that Edmund had given.

Izzy could've died then and there from laughing so hard; Mr. Beaver almost did the same when he saw the looks on their faces when they learned that he could talk.