A/N: Wow. The amount of reviews, alerts, and favs I got from the first chapter was absolutely astounding. You guys are amazing! If you keep this up (15 or more reviews a chapter), I might have to start updating more often. So, as a start, here's the second chapter!

Peter's parting words haunted me all the way to the train station. I loved Caspian more than life itself, but was that enough to abandon my family? I knew that if I returned here from Narnia, time wouldn't have moved…but what if I lived there? And died there? What would happen here? I supposed it only made sense for other realms to be not quite in unison with this one, but were all these confusing obstacles really so necessary?

"Excuse me, miss?" an older, male voice said quietly from off to my right. I jumped, and turned towards him. It was the man selling tickets for the train, I realized. I couldn't remember how I'd gotten here, exactly, as I had no memory of walking. "Can I help you?"

"Oh…yes. Yes," I replied a tad bit unsteadily, clearing my throat nervously. I wasn't used to being completely on my own. It was odd, being solely responsible for myself.

"Are you looking to purchase a ticket, dear?" he pressed kindly. I realized too late that I hadn't specified what I needed help with, exactly.

"Oh! Yes, right…" I trailed off uncertainly, trying to remember where the Professor's house was. "One ticket to…Bath, please."

He nodded firmly, as though he had expected this all along. "Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Round trip, I presume?"

Oh, if only he knew… "No, thank you."

He raised his eyebrows, a bit put off. "Oh. I see." he quickly rang up the charge, and grabbed a ticket, "That will be five pounds, miss."

I nodded, and produced said money.

"Here you go," he smiled warmly as he passed me the ticket. "You're taking Train C, which will leave in exactly..." he checked his watch, "Thirty minutes."

I smiled wanly, not sure how comfortable I was with sitting out in the dark for half an hour. But I left the inviting light of the ticket sales booth and sat down on a cold metal bench a good forty feet away, right by the platform. Once again, the many questions flooded my head, and I dropped my head into my hands, suddenly dizzy. How much time had passed in Narnia by now? What if I showed up there and it was five hundred years later? That would mean Caspian was…

I couldn't even think the word. The suggestion was enough to make me sob. I pushed the offending though away and viciously wiped away the tears that pricked at my eyes.

"Train C is now boarding for Bath!" I heard the conductor call out, making me jump.

Steeling myself, I grabbed my suitcase and headed towards the train. I could do this. The sooner we reached Bath, the sooner I got to the wardrobe…and the sooner I could see his face, have his arms around me, and finally feel safe. In his arms, I was the Susan I wanted to be; the side of me I always tried to show but never could. Caspian had unveiled my eyes to a new way of life – one where I wasn't judged for who I was or wasn't. With him, the mask I usually wore was washed away, and was replaced with a girl I hadn't known in quite some time.

I gave my ticket to the conductor and hopped aboard. There were only three other people headed for Bath at this strange hour, and they all occupied the first few compartments. I selected the one farthest from the front, needing to be on my own. Settling down into my chair, I closed my eyes and reminisced of happier times; namely, my last visit to Narnia. In my mind's eye, I could see his face so perfectly I felt as though I could reach out and touch it. I could already picture how I'd race to see him, and how the corners of his eyes would crinkle as he smiled. I imagined how his laugh would ring in my ears; the most joyous sound in the world.

But I knew I shouldn't delude myself into thinking that things would go back to the way they had been when I had left. Because if I did and things were horribly, awfully different, I didn't know what I would do. First of all, I had no idea how much time had passed in Narnia. If could have been seconds, hours, days, years, even centuries… A few years I could handle, but not much else. And the other thought plaguing my mind was…what if he had been overthrown? I knew this happened quite often. If he had, his chances of survival were probably none. Or what if he had cone down with some foreign disease? Or injured in a battle? What with these questions raging in my mind, it was a miracle that I made the six hour journey to Bath.

Not long after arriving in the town where it had all started, I hailed down a horse driven cab, and gave the driver the Professor's address.

"I'm sorry miss, but why are you going there? The place has been empty for months," the driver said, clearly confused.

I did a double take. "What? What about the Professor?"

"I'm terribly sorry; it seems you don't know," he said sadly, "he passed away almost a year ago."

I blanched. He couldn't have! I hadn't known the Professor for long, but I had liked him so, so much. And how had I not known? "Could you take me there anyways, please?"

The cabbie looked awfully surprised, but nodded nonetheless. "Sure, miss."

The ride to the mansion was excruciatingly long. The cabbie kept shooting me worried looks, most likely because I wear my feelings on my face, and right then, my expression was most likely one of despair. So I avoided his penetrating gaze, and instead focused on the scenery flashing by. After what seemed like hours, we finally pulled up alongside the house. I prayed that the wardrobe had not been moved.

"That'll be four pounds, miss."

I nodded, "Yes, right." Handing over the money, I quickly hopped out, suitcase in hand. The cab drove away quickly, sending gravel flying.

Slowly, I approached the doors of the mansion. Reaching out a tentative hand, I grasped the rusted doorknob and pushed the door open. Stepping inside, I caught my breath in surprise. All of the furniture was draped with white cloth; giving the mansion a ghostly appearance. Every surface was covered with dust, and the air was thick with it as well. Coughing, I deserted my suitcase. He was so close…

I quickly ascended the stairs, turned right, left, and then right again, opened a door…and there it was. The wardrobe; so deceiving as to what it contained. Walking up to it, I paused momentarily. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for was so close. Opening the door, I stepped inside…but nothing happened. For a heart stopping moment, I feared that Narnia had died with the Professor. But then I remembered. I could only find Narnia if I wasn't looking for it. Groaning, I leaned back against the wardrobe's …and it disappeared. I felt myself falling and landed on a soft carpet of grass. Looking around, I could see an evergreen forest. I was back.

A/N: So, she's back! Please let me know what you think.