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*gandalf tap dances*

It was mid-afternoon on the day their journey started. They stumbled across a bar by the name of Edmund's which prompted them to enter. The atmosphere was tense, the air was thick with smoke and in the corner stood a piano. A familiar tune was being played by a man who looked rather odd.

"That man over there." Marieke said with a puzzled frown. "He isn't playing what I think he's playing...is he?"

"It sounds like it.." Rachey replied, leaning further towards the piano in an attempt to hear better. "Do you think we should move closer?"

Before they could investigate further, a man answering his phone with a song diverted their attention away from the man at the piano. "Tell me quickly what's the story. Who saw what and why and where."

Marieke turned around quickly. "What is that?" Standing only a few metres away was a man in a long coat holding his phone to his ear, listening to some report. He didn't really fit in the bar, looked rather like someone out of a history book.

Rachey turned to look at what her friend was looking at. "I know that man from somewhere." She exclaimed. :But I can't think of his name."

Marieke shook her head. "I know what you mean..." Trying not to look too obvious, she moved a bit closer to the man. He seemed to be very angry with whoever he was talking to, almost shouting: 'I am the law and the law is not to be mocked!'

"Don't get too close." Rachey warned, worried about just how angry this man was becoming.

Marieke backed down a bit and looked at her friend, "Do you think he's a cop or something?"

"I'm inclined to say yes." She nodded, still looking at the man. "But he sounds foreign and have you seen what he's wearing?"

"I know! It looks like he's stepped out of a costume drama or something. He sounds...French!"

"But the way he's singing instead of speaking..." Rachey's voice trailed off as she got lost in her thoughts.

"You're thinking musical?" Marieke grinned. "But then...could it be?"

"We're thinking the same aren't we? Javert from Les Mis?"

Marieke nodded in agreement. "But it can't be! He's a fictional character! But then again..." She glanced at the piano. "What is this place?!" She laughed nervously.

"Whatever this place is, it's kinda freaking me out." Rachey grabbed hold of Marieke's hand. "Maybe we should go?"

"Yes, maybe we should. Anyway, we'll be late for the show if we don't hurry."

They carefully, slowly backed out of the bar and breathed a sigh of relief. They crossed the road and walked in the direction of The Adelphi, expecting to see Joseph. Upon entering the auditorium they noticed a single spotlight shining down on the stage. They had been told when they collected their tickets that they were expecting a full house. However, the only other person in the room was a man with dark curly hair wearing The Technicoloured Dreamcoat.

A rather jolly tune was played, Gandalf descended onto the stage and began to tap dance. He was pretty good and clever, being creative with his beard! They looked around and saw that the 60s inspired coat wearing guy had vanished and there was a slight chill in the air-which made them feel slightly uncomfortable. Gandalf carried on with his interesting mix of tap dancing and beard weaving until he jumped on the cherry picker and flew into the air. Taking this as a sigh the 'show' was over they began to clap but froze when they heard the sound of faint clapping, coming from the dress circle.

And ten there was another sound, asthmatic breathing, coming from the seat behind them. Turning around they came face to face with the piano player. He'd followed them into The Adelphi from Edmund's bar, yet they hadn't noticed him He began to hum the theme to 'Star Trek" when amidst a fog of light and smoke another man appeared. So the rumours we true, there was a phantom in The Adelphi.

"I'm The Phantom of The Adelphi/Theatre where Gandalf tap dances. But please, call me Mark!" he held out his hand to the girls as he introduced himself. The cloaked and hooded piano player changed his tune and a hummed version of 'Phantom of the Opera' echoed around the theatre. Suddenly, Mark jumped into air, grabbed hold of the chandelier and began to swing back and forth whilst singing 'Music of the Night'. This upset Gandalf, the theatre became dark and gloomy (much worse that Edmund's bar) and he recited something in Elvish.

Marieke and Rachey decided that this was a bit too weird-even for them-and left the theatre. After all, they still had the singing phone call to investigate! They hurried down The Strand, in the direction of Trafalgar Square, as the thought Javert would be there as it is a historical testament to a battle. But as they walked pat Charing Cross Station, something caught their eyes. The Strand Station had magically appeared.

Rachey stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh My God! Is that the Strand Station? Like THE Strand Station? Am I seeing things?" She ran towards the entrance.

Marieke shook her head confusedly. "What? But that's impossible! I mean, I've always wanted to see it but, I thought..." Her voiced trailed off and she ran to her friend standing at the entrance. "Do you think it can take us to Narnia?" She whispered/

"I don't know." Rachey managed to whisper as a silent tear fell down her cheek.

Marieke put her arm around her, even though she was shaking too. "Do you want to go in?" She quietly asked. Then attempting a smile. "Who knows, they may need some new Queens of Narnia."

A flicker of a smile slashed across Rachey's face. "Yes." She nodded. "Let's do it!" Holding on tightly to each others hands they ran in, down some stairs and stood on the platform, waiting for the next train. They could hear a faint rumbling and a sudden whoosh of air hit them. They held on tightly and held their breath. The train appeared but didn't stop. As it rushed past them they caught a glimpse of a beautiful blue sky through the windows and just like the film, the tunnel became a cave-a cave into Narnia.