A loud voice was screaming my name and shaking my shoulder. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so heavy and I could not move them. My fingers were slowly starting to respond and I moved them slowly along the hard ground. Under me I could not feel any grass, just plain dry ground. The person who was screaming my name until now suddenly stopped and took my hand in his. Very slowly and heavily I tried to open my eyes again, but this time I succeeded. In front of me was Peter on his knees, the right side of his face was full of dried blood from a huge cut on his forehead. His face was not the only part full of blood, his once white shirt had now some blood stains on it, but thankfully his smoking was black so you could not see the stains on it.

Peter: "Oh, Susan, you are awake! How are you feeling, your leg might hurt a bit, but other than that I cannot see any major injuries? Did you hit your head? I am so deeply sorry about the accident, please forgive me!"

I finally found my voice under the whole blur that was right now in my body.

Me: "Peter, it is not your fault, the other car came actually over us and not vice-verse. And I am just fine, you do not have to worry about me now! Where are we anyway? And where is the car?"

Peter avoided my searching eyes and that was when I look at myself. Now I understood why he said that my leg could hurt, it looked a lot like being broken and my eyes wondered up my body just too see that my clothes were not looking better than Peter's. My once deep red dress did not show all the blood that was surly embedded in it, which I was very grateful about, but the combination of blood and mud was definitely not a fashion statement. For the first time since I woke up I looked around me and what I saw got me a bit disoriented. Since when were outside London so many old trees? And above all where was our car, which should be now nothing more than a wreck? Around us there were only big old trees, no road, no car and what got me very stressed was that there were also no people. I turned to look at Peter, who was still trying to avoid my gaze, and I spoke as loud, confident and steady as I could at the moment.

Me: "Peter, where are we? Did you see anyone passing?"

Peter finally turned to look at me, but not with the pained expression that I was expecting but with a content sparkle in his eyes that he could not hide from me.

Peter: "Susan, I think we are in Narnia!"

He waited to see my reaction, but I just could not believe it.

Me: "What? Are you sure? We were not supposed to come back?"

Peter looked me strait in the eyes and told me: "I am up to 99% sure that this is Narnia, but I am not completely sure where we are exactly in Narnia. We should ask someone, in which direction do you suggest we go?"

I was still speechless since he said that we are in Narnia, so I could not quite follow his train of thoughts.

Me: "Ahhh… Well I suggest that we head west in the direction of the Telmarian castle. If we are lucky we will find someone who recognizes us and tells us the way and time. How much time do you think has passed since his coronation?"

Right now I just could not say his name out loud without starting crying, so I just replace it and hoped that Peter would understand, which he obviously did. He stood up and looked around for any sign of civilization, but unfortunately there was none.

He looked down on me and said with sad eyes: "I don't know, but I hope that he is still alive." I looked shocked and at the same time very saddened.

Me: "No, he can't be… We must find out what has happened and why we are here! If you think logically it should not have passed that much time, I mean in our world it has been only one week, so it should not have passed that much time!"

I tried to stand up but my leg was hurting too badly, so I had to hold myself onto the tree near me. Once Peter saw how badly my leg hurt he instantly materialized himself at my side and put my arm over his shoulder ready to carry me.

Me: "Peter, you don't have to help me! I can go on my own and besides you have your own wounds to worry about. Are you still bleeding?"

We slowly, but steadily, started to walk in the direction in which we thought that the Telmarian castle was.

Peter: "I am not bleeding and besides you are my baby sister no matter how old you are and I would do anything for you. I would take you in my arms right now, but I do not think that my muscles are trained enough for me to carry you until there!"

From the corner of my eyes I could see his pure smile, which he did not use since we last came back from Narnia. I started laughing at his comment and I was laughing from the bottom of my heart. When we got back to the train station I was so sad that I thought that I would never laugh like I did in Narnia, but now I could feel the deep magic run through my veins and fill me with the purest joy one has ever experienced. There are not enough words to describe the feeling of such freedom and happiness!

It was getting darker and darker as the sun was going down. Not only that we could not see what was in front of us, but it was also getting colder as the last rays of sunshine left the horizon.

Me: "Peter, we need to stop and rest! It is dark already and it is just going to get colder that is way we should find a good spot to start a fire and maybe get something to eat. Even though it looks like autumn here I am sure that we could find some mushrooms or berries."

Peter did not want to show it but I could see it in his eyes that he was tired after walking so much and add that to the heavy blood lost, it won't end well.

Peter: "No, we should keep moving! Otherwise we might not find anyone here who could help us and you need a healer as fast as possible, that is why we have to keep going."

Oh, what is it with men and their pride! In the next curve he might just fall from exhaustion, but why admit it. We women always have to take matters in our own hands if we want them done right.

Me: "But, Peter, my leg is killing me since hours and I am so exhausted!" None of my brothers could resist to my poppy dog eyes and some whining.

As I said no one could resist, just after Peter looked at me, he carefully put me on a pile of fallen leaves with my back against a tree trunk and got some wood to start a fire. I would normally offer to help, but with my leg I would only disturb Peter. After he started the fire he sat down next to me and turned to look at the bright sky. It was a crystal clear night with the starts shinning bright above our heads. The narnian night sky always fascinated me, not only because it was so different from ours, but also because of the beauty the stars possessed.

Peter: "Should I go and try to find something to eat?"

Me: "No, I am not that hungry and besides let us hope that tomorrow we will find someone to ask for directions and we should both rest up now."

Peter moved so his hands were around me to keep me warm at night. As I started to feel first wave of sweet sleep hit me, there were some quite sounds somewhere far away. I opened my eyes quickly and saw Peter also fully awake and listening. The sounds were coming nearer and nearer, but all of a sudden they stopped. I blinked a couple of times and Peter exhaled the breath he was unconsciously holding, but just when we started to relax again, came a roaring lough of a men followed by at least ten other men. They were now dangerously near us, so we could not run away. I looked wide-eyed to Peter and he told me with unspoken words to let him do the talking. I just nodded and prayed to Aslan for a good outcome!

Stranger 1: "Who is there? Show yourself and we might show mercy for trespassing!"

A cold shower went down my spine! Peter stood up as fast and gracious as he could and spoke…

Hey, guys! I hope you like this chapter, because I do! So I am open to reviews and comment of what you think I should improve. (Updated form with paragraphs) J.