Oh my! She thought. Peter was her best friend but sometimes the things he came up with... well they were a little out of the ordinary. Like what he told her just recently. Prepare yourselves now, this may come as a bit of a shock; he told her that he was High King (not just a normal king, High King!) of a world in the back of a wardrobe called Narnia! That he lived there for decades where he, along with his two sisters and his brother, defeated a great enemy called the White Witch with the help of a talking Lion and other talking animals! And that they then took her place as rulers of Narnia, where they lived and ruled for many happy years!!

"What kind of a fool does he think I am?" She thought as she looked at the doodles she had been tattooing onto her arm. "His imagination really has gotten the better of him this time...maybe I should tell his mother? Or perhaps I should tell the headmaster? Should I tell anyone for that matter? If I do will he be taken away to the nut house? Oh what a horrid mess..."

"Ms. Potts stop fouling your arm and pay attention!" barked the voice of her history teacher Ms. Allen. Sally Potts jumped awake and saw the whole class staring at her...again. They were all turned around in their wooden desks peering peevishly at her.

"Well, are you ready to sit and pay attention and not disrupt my class again?" Ms. Allen demanded through her beaky nose.

"Yes Ms. Allen." Sally sighed and started to take down the notes on the board. But she had no intention of listening to the old bag and once the notes were all down in her copy book she was lost once more in her quandary about Peter.

That afternoon as Sally left the school grounds she saw someone sitting on the school wall, waiting. For her maybe? The early September sunlight was shining weakly down on his golden hair, his clothes hung loosely to his slim frame and his legs were swinging and kicking the wall. He looked up as she came nearer and she froze. What to do? It was Peter, with that blond hair falling into his blue eyes and that serious, yet caring turn to his mouth, who else could it be?

The events of their last meeting flitted quickly through her mind. He had had something of great importance to tell her. She had been quite worried and then he had told her about 'Narnia'. She had been so shocked that it had been quite impossible for her to say anything for nearly ten minutes! Sally had sat there in the Pevensie's front room with her mouth opening and closing like a gold-fish! When she had gotten over the shock and regained her voice he had gotten angry and shouted at him, then stormed out of his house and had been avoiding him since then because of the indecision and worry.

"Well," she thought, "I suppose I do owe him more than to just ignore him. I should at least talk to him about seeing a doctor."

Peter Pevensie was more than just a friend to Sally Potts. He was her rock, like Peter in the Bible, Peter, her own personal rock. They had met one night during a raid on London and before the Pevensies had built their shelter. Peter had been holding his sister Lucy, rocking her backwards and forwards, keeping her calm as their mother looked after Susan and Edmund. Sally remembered seeing him and wishing she had someone to do that for her; her mother was working for the war effort and her dad was fighting, she had no siblings. That night she had first talked to Peter, he had seen she was all alone and brought her over to his family to help her through it. Their friendship had blossomed from there on and now Sally was sure she had fallen for him. Why else would her stomach flip when she saw him when wasn't expecting to? Yes she owed him much more than what she was doing to him now, she owed him enough to try and get him to see sense and talk to someone.



"Peter?" she called to him.

"Sally!" he said, his face full of relief as he hopped off the wall.

"Hullo Peter."

"Where've you been these last few days, we haven't seen you in ages, Lu's beginning to miss you!"

A smile touched her lips as an image of Peter's smallest sister Lucy came to mind; with her brown hair, freckles, blue eyes and cheeky smile she was one of Sally's favourite people in the world! Lucy was so sweet and innocent and yet strangely wise for someone her age, almost as if she'd done the whole growing up thing before. Sally moved and started to walk beside Peter.

"Peter, I don't really know what to say, I-"

"No. Don't say anything, I sure wish I hadn't," he interrupted, mumbling the last bit softly and then continued, "I need to say something." He looked into her eyes and even if he hadn't interrupted, she would have stopped speaking because of those blue eyes and the strange expression in them. His face was utterly serious and she was unable to do anything but stare at him waiting for him to carry on.

"Look I see I made a mistake telling you about Narnia, obviously you weren't ready to know. But I know that now and I don't want my mistake to ruin everything. So can we please, just forget I said anything? Can we go back to the way it was before?" he asked quietly.

Sally thought back to the easy, open friendship they had had before this and longed for it back more than anything in the world.

"Peter I don't know, I would love that but," she hesitated, then took a deep breath and carried on, "Peter you've made up this whole world and this big adventure in your head that you seem to be convinced is real! I think you're ill, Peter. Have you talked to anyone else about this? Maybe it would be a good idea for you to go back to the country, you know, to get your head straight again."

"No! Sal, you don't get it! It wasn't my imagination! Believe me I had a hard time believing Lucy when she first came back from Narnia too!"

"Pete," She shook her head, getting really worried now and becoming emotional, "Pete," she looked deep into his eyes, beseeching him, "Pete, listen to me! This never happened! You were hardly gone for a year and you say you were in this Narnia for decades ruling it! It just couldn't happen! You simply can't have a world in the back of a wardrobe, it is simply impossible! You were gone for one year, Peter, not thirty! All this is impossible! Please help me, go see someone! I'll go with you if you'd like!" her eyes were brimming with tears now and she realised she was holding his hands tightly in hers in an effort to convey how serious she was about this.

"No Sal, I know it's real, you're just not ready to believe it yet!" He insisted softly, clutching her hands tighter. "Narnia is a magical place, it can be found anywhere! Time flows differently there too, we spent years in Narnia ruling it but when we came back here, back to England, it had only been a few hours at most!" His blue eyes searched hers, then he let go of her hands, resumed walking and said, "Look would it help if you talked to Susan, Lucy and Ed?"

"Maybe it would," she thought, "maybe if I could get him to talk about it in front of his family they would convince him to get the help he needed."

"Al right, I'll talk to them." she agreed feeling that the places had been switched and she was the one being convinced to get some medical help! They had now reached the street where Sally lived and Peter was just on the road behind hers, they were nearly home.

"Oh great! You're a star Sal!" he said and hugged her. To be wrapped in the arms she most wanted while he was most likely crazy was a pain she hoped she never had to endure again, but despite that 

she hugged him back just as fiercely. He pulled away first and putting his hands on her shoulders said eagerly, "Come to ours tomorrow and we can explain everything!"

"Alright then I'll see you tomorrow Peter. We're here now and it's almost tea time! You had better get going or we'll both be in trouble!"

"Alright, but you will come wont you?" Peter looked anxiously at her.

"Of course I will silly, I said I would didn't I? Now go on! I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Ok, bye Sal!" he said with a smile.

"Bye Pete." She walked up the short path to her Georgian style home, opened the door, stepped inside and turned to wave goodbye to Peter. He waved back and Sally watched him till he was around the corner and out of sight, then she closed the door and leaned heavily against it, wondering with a feeling of foreboding what tomorrow would bring.