Lucy awoke to the pungent smell of smoke and her brother screaming in her face.
"Lucy! You have to get up!"
When she hesitated, Edmund grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her out of bed, "Now, Lucy! We have to go!"
Barely having time to rip her nightgown from its place on her wardrobe, Lucy sprinted out of her room, desperately hanging on to her brother's wrist as he pulled her through the smoke-filled corridors.
"Where's Peter and Sus-" she managed before she began choking on the acrid smoke.
Edmund turned back for an instant, shoving a damp cloth identical to the one he had pressed over his nose and mouth into her hand. As they sprinted through the corridors, Lucy could make out blurred shapes, bent low, and running frantically. After what seemed like hours, but could not have been more than a couple of minutes, Lucy and Edmund stumbled into the courtyard, and directly into the arms of Peter and Susan.