A/N: The character Julia is originally from the fic A Good Thief, which is a fanfiction from the Teen Titans TV show. For the Prince Caspian novelization/AU The Call, I did not make it a crossover because I included very few elements from the Teen Titans show. There are a few references here, but since most of these chapters take place in Narnia and not on Earth, there won't be many more. You don't need to know the TV show to understand this.
When they finally discharged Julia from the hospital, it was decided that she would stay in Jump City, though not at Titans Tower. She still had her old apartment, which she periodically rented out but which was fortunately empty of tenants at the moment. Robin had suggested that she stay there, contact any friends who lived in the city, and expect the Titans to stop by every few days to check up on her. Julia agreed, but only because she had no opinion on the matter either way. Where she was staying - at least on Earth - was all the same to her. She hadn't even remembered that she had a place to stay in the city; the Titans had looked it up and discovered it.
They managed to find her keys, which she had seemingly dropped before she'd been sucked through the time/world portal. Robin and Starfire showed her into her apartment - even though it was as foreign to her as it was to them - and left after awkwardly leaving her instructions on how to contact them in an emergency, and reminders on how to use some of the appliances. Who knew how much she remembered? They had stocked her fridge, at least.
The apartment was somewhat familiar to Julia, but only vaguely. She had distant memories of spending some time here when she was younger, though she couldn't say who she was with or what she did. But it didn't feel personal to her. The one bedroom apartment had no indication that she had once lived there. Maybe she was in the wrong place.
No, wait. That was because she used to live in a larger apartment; this was only a temporary one that she'd lived in only briefly before leaving the city- but to do what? She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember why she'd left the city, or what she did afterwards. All she could recall were the bright, vivid memories of the past 15 years spent living and loving in Narnia. Those memories eclipsed everything else, like a blazing sun that blotted out the wisps of the pale, insubstantial fog that was her life before Narnia. She couldn't seem to remember those wisps. They escaped her like fleeting dreams.
No one could give her a clue, either. They had obviously fallen out of touch with her, though they seemed to be supportive of her. Starfire gave Julia three hugs before Robin could tug her out of the apartment. When the two teenagers closed the door, they left Julia standing alone in the middle of the living room.
She had never felt more lost.