"Now Arthur, we've got a very important client today." Carolyn explained to her son. "His name is Steven Moffat, and while he seems nice enough, there's something about him that makes me want to put him in a good mood. Apparently, he's some kind of television writer. Either way, he's going to get our -very- best service."
Arthur sighed. "Yes mum." He stepped onto the flightdeck and into the locker. Normally, he didn't really like the small confined space that smelled like dust and metal, but today it smelled different. And it didn't feel quite as small as usual.
In fact, it smelled positively delightful. Like flowers and sunshine and even a small breeze ruffled his hair. His smile grew bigger and he stepped forward, not even daring to think of where he might find himself.
After a few more steps, he was certainly not in the locker anymore. He standing in a circular clearing in a wood. The sun was shining, birds were chirping in the trees above his head and the light wind brought the promise of nearby flowers.
Arthur looked around in complete ecstasy. His mum had read him these books as a child, and he had always believed that they were real, but here he finally was. Then he noticed some strange markings on the ground by his feet. He bent to look at them and saw that they looked like goats' hooves. Except they wove around him in patterns that he was pretty sure goats couldn't make. Slowly, he came to realize where he was. The only place he could be. His heart threatened to burst with joy: he had found his way to Dancing Lawn in Narnia.
Since he had no idea which way he should go to get anywhere, he picked a direction at random and set off, smile beaming from his face.
Only a few minutes later, he found himself blinking in the bright sunshine of an open meadow leading up to a hill. And on top of that hill - here he got chills that ran down his spine and set his hair on end and filled him with a kind of still-excitement that can only be found in places like Narnia - on top of the hill was the Stone Table itself. It might have only been a large, silent grey thing, but he knew it at once.
He walked toward it as if in a dream. However, before he right up to it, something blazed in front of him. The light was so bright that he was forced to close his eyes, though it almost didn't make a difference. It faded just enough to allow his eyes to open once more and when he looked, he saw a shining face of pure, living gold. Aslan. Arthur's innocent face shone with the reflection of the mighty Lion and his smile grew impossibly bigger.
Then the light flashed again and he was back in the musty locker. Suddenly, he didn't mind it so much. He sat down on the floor and listened to the sounds of his mother rushing around to provide their -very- best service for Mr. Moffat. Arthur leaned his head back against the cool metal, fell asleep and dreamed happily of his childhood and of the shining face of Aslan.