Susan Pevensie
There was a knock at the door.
I opened it to find a boy a few years older than I was when I last went to Narnia.
Huh. I haven't thought of Narnia for years since the acci...
"Oh, I'm sorry." he said, "I must not have this thing calibrated right."
I looked at the small box with a single button that he motioned to. He hid it beneath an arm.
"Sorry, again." he said, "I didn't mean to bother..."
He was staring at me.
"Are you Susan Pevensie?" he said.
Had I met this boy?
"So it is true." he said.
"What is true?" I said.
He looked to the right and to the left.
"I'm sorry to have bothered you." he said, and made to leave.
"Wait." I said, "How did you know who I am?"
He thought for a moment.
"Technically, I don't know you." he said, "I knew you when you were younger, when you visited N... the professor."
Did I hear that right?
"If it isn't too much of a hassle," he said, "can I watch you shoot an arrow or two?"
I smiled. I was going to enjoy this.