Lucy was not the best actress when it comes to hiding her feelings. Unfortunately, her efforts to hide her feelings are going to waste for Caspian is agreeably not blind to see the odd change Lucy has undergone.

Through the rest of the evening, he stayed up all night with her, watching her struggling to even close her eyes and can't seem to slow down her breathing. By morning, he hoped she would change, but she was still the same as before.

Lucy looked through the window and focused carefully from outside. Her hands curved into tight fists until her knuckles turned pale.

We're almost there. No..No keep flying.

Caspian reached his hand out without her knowing and took one of her own. She jumped by the feeling of his touch and almost broke her hand free from his. But she relaxed when Caspian leaned a little closer to her, assuring her with an amused smile.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

She gently pulled her hand away with the same effort that resembled the awakening of a caterpillar from its own cocoon. But Caspian took her hand back and locked his fingers with hers.

"You have such soft hands."

"Not really."

"No, there're incredibly soft. Almost like silk."

He examined her expression, testing her reaction. She blushed fiercely, looking adorably embarrassed and flattered like last night. But for some reason, from the way her eyes kept rolling to the same corner every time gave the detection that someone is here on this plane who can possibly be tormenting Lucy.

"Lucy."

Her eyes froze and returned to his gaze. "Y-Yes?"

"I want you to listen to me very carefully and do not reject me."

"Okay."

"Who is it?"

"W-What?"

"You can trust me. Who is on this plane that you're so nervous about? Is it an ex-boyfriend or something?"

She shook her head. "I can't talk about it. Please, Cas-"

How am I suppose to explain this to you? No one believed me when I told the truth then. What difference would you have compared to them? You'll only think I'm lying.

"Caspian." She started again. "We can't talk like this..He's watching."

"Is he threatening you?"

"I don't want to put you in danger."

She tried tugging her arm to break her hand free from his grasp but her efforts were useless.

"We can solve this together. Tell me, which seat is he sitting in."

Tears started to form crystal clear in each of her brown eyes, leaving Caspian to feel regretful and upset. He lifted his other hand to wipe her tears but she grabbed it and lowered it back down quickly to his lap.

"No one can stop him, Caspian. You don't understand..I'm not going to London. I can't anymore."

"Where is he forcing you to go?"

The words that can easily answer that question was just leaning at the edge of the teeth; something that may go like "Neverland. The land of dreams and pathetic life of eternity where youth will poison our genes to freeze in place" or "Save me. He's never going to stop and he can fly." But she fought against the idea of ever telling him the truth.

"Lucy, cooperate with me. Do you want to go off with him?"

"No. Of course not."

"Then tell me what's going on? What did he threaten you with?"

"Caspian, I -"

A flight attendant came to a stop at their seats with a beverage cart. She smiled at them and greeted them warmly.

"Breakfast will be passed out shortly. Do you care for some any refreshments in the meantime?"

"Coffee for me with two sugar cubes." He made the order with his American ascent. He turned to Lucy. "And for you. What would you like?"

She lowered her head low, allowing her hair to cover half of her face as she wipe her tears away. "The same please."

While the flight attendant poured their drinks, her eyes wandered off to Lucy, catching her soft, tearful face in absolutely filled with despair. By the time she filled enough of the coffee in the cups she dropped each one with the sugar cubes and handed them to Caspian and Lucy.

"Excuse me? Are you alright?" The flight attendant asked in concern.

Lucy nodded.

Caspian placed his hot cup down on the cup holder that's attached to the top edge of his armrest. He held up her hand and placed his other free hand on top of hers.

"She's a bit down lately. Mourning for a loss," he lied.

"Oh I'm sorry. My condolences."

Lucy just nodded again and waited patiently for the flight attendant to leave.

The flight attendant grabbed hold of the handrails of the beverage cart and pushed it to tend to the next passengers. But suddenly, a man appeared right beside the woman and stopped her. He held out his filled cup of coffee that appears to be mixed with a combination of milk and cream.

"Yes, sir. Is there a problem?"

"Yes, another woman gave me my coffee but I never asked her to add milk in it. As matter of fact I'm highly allergic to milk." The man answered.

Lucy's head snapped up. Her heart pounded loudly by the sound of that familiar voice. Caspian turned his head to see if she's alright for she's gripping a little tightly to his hand.

"Oh, I see. On behalf of - well, whoever it was - allow me to apologize for that mistake." The flight attendant took the cup from his hand. "Let me pour you another cup."

"Thank you."

He waited as the flight attendant picked a fresh new cup and poured him a steaming cup of coffee. But his pale blue eyes wandered off to Lucy who's trying her best to avoid eye contact from him. His eyes folded sharply when he saw Caspian's hand holding one of Lucy's. Caspian's further action of talking to her softly increased his anger even more.

"Here you go." The flight attendant handed the cup over to the man. "And I'm sorry again."

"No problem."

She moved onto the next passengers but the man did not leave. He approached closer to the seats where Caspian and Lucy are sitting in and leaned closer - one hand on the head of the seat that's in front of Caspian's and his back arched to take a closer glimpse of Lucy.

"Do you need to tell me something, man?" Caspian asked, still going along with his American ascent.

"No, I just wanted to say hi to Lucy. Hey, do you remember me? We met last night near the restroom."

Lucy nodded, still unable to meet his eyes. "Y-Yes, I remember. Morning, Peter."

"Good morning. And who is this?"

Caspian extended one of his hand out to shake his hand. Peter just stared down at his hand.

"Don't take this personally, but I don't do handshakes."

Caspian lowered his hand back to his side. "Understandable. I'm Caspian."

Peter's eyes rolled to Caspian's hand intertwined with one of Lucy's. "So are you together or something?"

"Not -"

"No." Lucy quickly answered before Caspian did. She swallowed hard and slowly turned her head to meet his familiar, pale eyes. "We just met last night..It turned out we find each other to be very good company."

"Interesting. Well, I didn't come here to start any small talk instead I wanted to return something to you that, I think, you lost."

"L-Lost? What are you talking about? I'm sure I didn't lose anything?"

Peter reached his hand into his pocket and fished out a necklace. He pulled it out by the chain - the thin golden chain carried what look like a small nut, an acorn.

"I believe this belongs to you."

Lucy could not fight the tears. Hot tears filled her eyes and dripped down from her cheeks. "I-I..I-"

"I suppose this necklace meant a lot to you - guessing someone very, very special gave it to you."

"Yes, it..was from a family friend who disappeared for years. Th-Thank you." She reached her hand for the necklace and Peter dropped the necklace into her open hand. "Thank you for returning it."

"You're welcome. Have a nice flight."

By the time he was gone, Caspian returned back to the situation that they were intterupted by.

"Is that him?"

Lucy nodded. "Yes."

"Who is he, Lucy?"

"Please I..I don't want to talk about it. But if you let him take me away, it..will be the end of me."

"Is he life threatening?"

"Extremely, Caspian. This is no joke, he is dangerous."

"Alright, alright. I take your word for it. Listen carefully now. Call the police, have them wait outside the airport to take him away."

"No, you don't understand."

He can fly, Caspian. Fly.

"I will be there with you. I'm sorry, for now, leave your luggage, then take my hand and run. Never look back."

"I'll endanger your life."

"I volunatary got myself involved in this now. I never decided to help you by force. And if anything happens to me, then it'll be worth it. Just trust me. Alright. Trust me."