Yaaaaaay! I'm updating only a day later! This isn't really a significant chapter at all it's just a bit of a filler...one for Felicity and Tommy to bond :). I've put Tommy Bastow in there because I think he is absolutely beautiful...I hope you all enjoy this recent update and although not much happens, I would still appreciate some reviews, just to stroke my ego please. Love you all!

Felicity eventually made her excuses about having had a long day and retired to her room. She leant back against the door exhaustedly; she'd had to answer all kinds of tiring questions about her family, her country, her vegetarianism...

She sat down at her dressing table again and looked at her reflection. Her make-up had faded ever so slightly in the four hours since she'd put it on and her face looked a bit bare now. She leant her head on her arms in defeat, was every evening going to be as tiring as this?

Someone knocked on her door and entered straight away before she'd even gathered the energy to raise her head.

"How do you know I'm Tommy Bastow?" Asked the man from the table angrily, pacing up and down her room. "If you know my name, then you must come from the same place as me..."

"England. I saw the film you were in." She responded; standing and walking towards him after a moment's hesitation.

"Right, England...so you're from England...and I'm from England..."

Felicity nodded encouragingly. He didn't seem to be taking the news very well.

"Where in England do you come from then?" He asked suspiciously. Felicity knew that his trust in her would depend on her next answer.

"London. You're from Surrey aren't you? I think that's what it said on your Wikipedia page..."

He nodded shortly at her before stopping to stare into her eyes. "So how did you end up here?" He finally asked.

"It's a long story...well, actually it's not; I just don't feel like going into the details." She replied, breaking contact with his intense gaze and sitting back down at her dressing table. She teased the comb out of her hair whilst half-watching Tommy in the mirror.

"Ok, well are there any details you can tell me?" He asked. Felicity didn't reply as she tried to think of a reply. "I think I was stabbed..." Felicity looked at him again.

"What do you mean?" She asked quietly.

He sat down gently on the side of her bed. "I was on my way to band practise when someone in a hoody threatened me with a knife and demanded my money. When I refused he went for my stomach and then I turned up here. Jonathan saw me in the market a few months ago and gave me a job."

Felicity nodded slightly and sat down beside him on the bed as she thought through what he'd just said. "You shouldn't have refused. Your life is worth much more than a few pounds. If you ever get home..then I hope you're not dead...I'm sorry that came out wrong!" She said, shaking her head with a slight laugh.

"No, I understand. I'm not sure though, I think I'm dead. I mean this place isn't exactly my idea of heaven, but I'm an atheist so maybe this is as close to heaven as I can get." Neither looked at each other; instead they both stared steadfastly at the wall and occasionally glanced down at their clasped hands or laps.

"You're not dead. I know because I fell into my wardrobe and ended up here, so I'm not dead and I'm here; which means you can't be dead either." Felicity finished her slightly muddled explanation; she'd been thinking it through as she spoke and it hadn't come out quite as organised as her normal conversation.

"But what if you're only dreaming?" Tommy asked suddenly, sitting up straight to look at her properly. "Did you ever see Inception?" Felicity looked at him and nodded; it'd come out a week before she ended up in Narnia. "What if we're dreaming and we have to kill ourselves to get home?" He asked; his voice eager. Felicity knew what he wanted. He wanted her to give him a definite answer so that he would know. He wanted her to make the difficult decision for him.

"But what if we're not dreaming?" She finally asked him quietly. "What if this is our reality now?" She completely understood what he was thinking, but she couldn't even consider Narnia being a dream when everything felt so real.

"Don't you want to get home?" He leant towards her. Felicity wasn't sure she liked all of these intimate questions from a stranger but she quickly reconsidered this thought. She'd seen his face on a big cinema screen and read about him on Wikipedia. He may be a stranger, but the two of them were from a different world to everyone else which instantly linked them together.

"I don't know. I had a good life in England...I was clever enough to go to private schools once I'd turned 10 and my parents were well-off. I went to parties every weekend, I could sing, dance, act...my dream was to be famous. I had lots of friends...lots of boys clamouring for my attention...I had a good life." Felicity trailed off, staring at the flickering flame of one of her numerous candles as she seriously considered what she no longer had for the first time.

"You didn't answer my question." Tommy prodded after a pause. He was staring at the profile of her face intensely. His relief at being able to talk to someone about his past was so great that he was much bolder with Felicity than he would normally be with a stranger.

"I don't know what I want!" She exclaimed before mulling over her life in both worlds. Narnia was like a dream, but at one point it had become a nightmare; a nightmare that was now lavishly decorated thanks to the Gardanian King. "I was happy at home, but I'm happy here; life is much simpler...or so it should be." She added as an afterthought.

"Why isn't it simpler?"

Felicity ignored Tommy's question and asked one herself. "Do you want to get home?"

"I don't know either. My life was similar to yours...well-off parents, lots of friends, good student, girls always flirting...maybe one day I'll fall over here, and I'll end up back in England." He said, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking distractedly at the stone floor.

A silence fell between the two as they both thought about their old life before Felicity let out a giggle.

"What?" Tommy asked immediately.

"You told them your name's John Watson." She said with another giggle.

"Oi, don't laugh! I'd just finished watching the Sherlock Holmes movie and it was the first name that came into my head! I didn't want to give them my real name...Anyway, you're one to talk! I bet your real name isn't Lolita! It's Felicity isn't it?"

She nodded her agreement.

"I knew it when you kept jumping whenever Lord Byran said 'felicity'. You better get used to it; he always says felicity instead of happiness. Did you get the name Lolita from Vladimir Nobakov's novel?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to give them my real name either."

"What is your full name?"

"Felicity Valerio." She told him after a moment's hesitation. It felt strange saying her surname. 'Lady Felicity' seemed to have become her full name in her head.

"Italian?"

She nodded her head. "I'm a quarter Italian, a quarter Chinese, a quarter English and a quarter Russian."

"Wow!" Tommy exclaimed, looking slightly impressed. "I'm just English...So how old are you?"

"17. 18 in a few months. I think...I'm not entirely sure what month it is now."

"No, me neither; all the days seem to blur into one in this job. I'm 18 by the way. I think I might be 19 soon. Have you been in Gardania long?"

Felicity shook her head. "I arrived in the area last night, but I've been travelling to this city for 5 days."

"Where were you transported to then? You said you'd lost track of months here..." Tommy leaned back on his elbows and Felicity crossed her legs and turned on the bed so that she was facing him.

"I turned up in Narnia."

"...Isn't that he place with the talking animals?" He asked immediately. If he hadn't already known then he most certainly would've after dinner.

"Yes, it's a wonderful place." She said with a smile. Even with everything that had happened with Peter she couldn't deny that her short time in Narnia had been the happiest of her life.

"Is that why you wouldn't eat the pork? Because it was a talking animal?" He asked delicately after a moment's hesitation.

Felicity nodded slowly. "Eating a talking beast is like eating a human. It's not morally right."

"So, I guess you're not a vegetarian then?"

"No." Felicity answered with a slight laugh. "Would you mind smuggling me some meat sometimes?"

"No problem." He laughed. "The look on your face when you were offered that pork! There was an awful moment when I thought you were going to be sick!"

"I very nearly was!" Another silence fell between the two before Felicity thought of another question. "So what's your job here?"

"I'm the male version of you. I make the female guests feel special...an intense gaze here, brush of the hand there; this job is so easy." He added flippantly at the end.

"Is it nice working here? Are you happy?" She asked slowly.

"I think I'm as happy as I can be. But my dream is the same as yours; I want to be famous. I want to sing on stage and hear my songs on the radio. I want to see my face on the TV, and I'm not going to achieve that here because they haven't created TV's, or CD's..."

"No, but what's working here actually like? Are the people nice?"

"The job is easy, but it's not the nicest job in the world. You just got a taste of it this evening...Duchess Rowena was cold and distant to you because you're so attractive and show up very single flaw the woman has. Being near you makes her insecure; and it's the same for me with men, but I think that it's worse with women..."

"But there must be some people who're the same sex as you that are nice to you?"

"Oh, of course! But more often than not it's a fake kindness. You can see them evaluating your appearance even as they smile at you. People decide they hate you before they even know your name. Take Viscount Harris; I've spoken to the man twice (and that was only the general pleasantries) but apparently the man absolutely hates me because his wife can't stop staring at me and he feels she's making a fool out of him."

A short silence fell between the two before Tommy continued.

"If you're a materialistic person who wants nothing but money, luxury and connections then this job is one of the best. But if you want something meaningful this job isn't right, and I think you're looking for something meaningful." Tommy said, turning to look at Felicity as he finished.

"Whether or not something is meaningful depends on the person." Felicity told him wisely. "But I don't have a choice anymore; I need a job that enables me to stay distant."

"This job is perfect then. The King asks no personal questions and the guests are gone within a few weeks at the most. Why, what secrets are you keeping?" He asked inquisitively, cocking his head to one side at her.

"They wouldn't be secrets if I told you." She said with a smile.

"Ah, come on, we're from the same world; I think that bonds us in a certain way."

"I think so as well; but I don't feel like talking about my past right now. I'm too tired."

Tommy laughed at her. "You'll adjust in a few days..in this job you stay up until the early hours of the morning and sleep till the afternoon. Anyway, I'll leave you to sleep now." He stood up and walked towards the door before turning to face Felicity again. "By the way, I'd appreciate it if you called me John in public. Tommy is fine in private but otherwise I want to keep my disguise going."

"I'll do as you ask if you return the favour..."

Tommy smiled his agreement and walked out of the door, leaving Felicity to undress and crawl into bed.