Dean was in front of her in a flash, not bothering with the officer anymore now that his sister was safe and within arms reach. "Are you ok? What happened? Where is Aslan? Are you hurt?" He asked so quickly it almost came out as one word. She couldn't help but smile at him, the amusement she felt plainly showing in her eyes.

"Yes, I fell, I don't know, and not really." She looked around him to where his horse was standing hoping to see hers as well, but to her own worry, he was nowhere to be seen. He looked like he was about to ask a lot more questions, she had some of her own, but before he could a hand landed on his shoulder. Oh, her dad was here too, look at that. He looked worried, but he had a small smile on his face. He moved to stand beside both of them, one hand on Dean's shoulder and the other coming to rest on the side of Charlotte's face gently. His thumb moved back and forth in a soothing gesture, his eyes shifting over her, cataloging everything. He looked relieved to see her too.

"Dean let's go somewhere a little quieter, to talk, somewhere your sister can sit down. Come on sweetie let's get you inside, get you some water." He turned them both and led them towards a building with a hand on their backs. It was then that she noticed the crowd was mostly silent, all eyes on them. Some whispered into each other's ears. Her cheeks grew hot and she ducked her head slightly. They stopped by the police officer and a young woman. "Is there anywhere we can sit for a bit, while we get this all sorted out?''

The woman was quick to answer. Her head nodding up and down almost frantically. "Oh yes, of course. If you'll follow me through here." She led them to a small room with tack on the walls and a few couches in the middle. The police officer followed and closed the door behind them. Charlotte sighed in relief as she sat down and reclined back, closing her eyes. She was tired, more than she had realized. She felt her brother and her dad sit down on either side of her. She pried her eyes open and found that everyone there was watching her silently. She straightened up quickly and looked at her dad, she had a horse to find.

" I'm fine Dad really, we need to go find Aslan. I don't know where he is. He was supposed to go find Gypsy but he obviously didn't. What if he's lost or hurt." She made to get up only for hands from both sides to hold her in place.

" Whoa there, Charlie. You should rest for a few minutes, drink some water, maybe eat something, and I want to get you checked out." Her dad's voice was soft. He wanted to calm her down, but her best friend was out there. Alone. In an unfamiliar place. She had to find him. She shook their hands off and stood up anyway. She took a step away from the couch and turned to look at them.

" I'm not doing anything else till we find him. '' She crossed her arms over her chest, pulled on her most stern look, and tilted her chin up. She was sure it didn't look nearly as commanding as she had wanted, her hair was a mess, covered in dirt and nearly drowning in the boy's jacket. Her arm throbbed where the cut was but she didn't want to say anything yet. Just until they found Aslan, then she would get it looked at. Her dad watched her for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. He knew she wasn't bluffing. He stood up and laid his hand on her shoulder again.

" Okay, but you have to promise to get checked out as soon as we find him." he looked her in the eyes.

" Promise." she nodded, not looking away.

" And you have to drink some water before we go out."

She glared at him briefly before realizing how thirsty she was. But she wasn't going to let them know that. "Fine. Let's go."

To say that Pin was confused would be an understatement. Raven had escaped, and it was his fault. He was supposed to fix the gate but he had forgotten. A wild uncontrollable horse was on the loose and it was because of him. The yard was bursting with rumors about what had happened. Some said he had always been smart enough to open his pen, that he just hadn't wanted to so far. Others thought it was the work of horse thieves. He felt guilty that his carelessness had resulted in an uncontrollable wild animal being let loose, but if he said anything now Mia would be sure he was banned from bright fields or something. So he stayed quiet and out of the way. He was just coming out of the tack room when he saw Raven being led into the yard by someone he'd never seen before. Raven didn't like it when people tried to lead him, so why was he letting this perfect stranger walk him to the yard? Pin had stayed for a little while longer to help his dad with some things, the yard was abuzz with talk about the girl. He learned she was American, that she was staying just down the road with her grandfather, and that she had apparently told Mia off. He decided that now was a good time to leave and snuck into the tack room. He didn't want to do this. Stealing from bright fields was hard. They trusted him. Sure not all of them liked him, but the same could be said about how he felt about them. Still, he had no choice. When he had heard someone coming he had panicked for a split second before he turned and climbed out the window. He walked through the field to the wall of bushes and tossed the duffle over before forcing his way through. And there the girl was, standing in the middle of the path, looking at him with a wary look. He put on a face of indifference, tried to make it seem like he had nothing to hide. When she picked up his bag the panic came rushing back, if only for a second before he squashed it down. He told her to take a look, trying to make her think he wasn't afraid of her finding anything. Hoping against hope she wouldn't call him on his bluff. She didn't, but only a little, he could tell she was still suspicious of him. He shook it off and trudged off toward his house. He let his thoughts wander on his way home. He thought of the girl, of Raven, of how well she handled the horse. Who was this random American girl and why did she have a way with him? Why did she make her way into his thoughts? He was completely zoned out, which is why he didn't see the disheveled girl stumbling towards him. He only looked up when she shouted.

Oh look at that, another strange girl to interrupt his very plain and ordinary day (coughlifecough). He was shocked for a second, and who could blame him? She was in shambles, clothes torn, covered in dirt and other particles, and was that BLOOD? He hoped he was just hallucinating, but after he closed his eyes and shook his head, and she was still there he knew he wasn't. He quickly made his way to her, afraid that she, like in the movies, might faint or something now that she had come upon some unsuspecting passersby. She didn't, that's a good sign, right? She looked up at him and stared for a while. He was uncomfortable with it, but from the faraway look in her eyes and the fact she didn't answer when he asked her what happened, he fingered that maybe she was not completely present. He moved his hands to her shoulders hoping she was ok with it. She didn't jerk away from him so that was good, but under his hands, he could feel how cold she was. She was only wearing a thin grey long sleeve shirt, dark orange breeches(Contessa), and worn paddock boots, of course, she was cold. She was shivering so it wasn't really hard to make the decision to give his jacket to her, even if it ran the risk of getting blood on it. He draped it over her and tried to catch her eye. She told him very vaguely what happened. That Raven had spooked her horse and made him run off with her, only to throw her in the middle of nowhere. The gilt came rushing back, him not fixing the gate like he was supposed to cause this girl to get hurt.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do. Take her to his house? Bright fields were closer, and someone there might be able to help find her horse? Or should he call for help, get her looked at, maybe? When he suggested calling 999 she had almost yelled her refusal. So they headed to bright fields. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she pulled the sleeves of his jacket on. She was too small for it, the sleeves hung past her hands, the bottom hem fell to her upper thigh, and it was very loose. It was almost funny, seeing his jacket almost swallow her. She was short, a full head shorter than him, she was petite too. Her hair was a reddish-brown and braided down her back almost reaching her hips. Some strands had fallen loose around her face that were curled naturally. He was about to ask her where her helmet was when she tripped, and the question is forgotten to the need to catch her. He wraps his hand around her arm just in time to pull her up. He asks if she is alright, and can't help but think her reply may be a bit of an understatement.

He leaves his hand where it is for the rest of the way, just in case. When they get close enough to see the stables sign he can feel her slump a little. He looks down at her, and, wow, she looks tired. Exhausted even. He squeezed slightly and tried to reassure her. A few paces from the entrance they started to hear something going on inside. They stepped in and he gazetted in shock at the yard. There was a police car, an ambulance, what looked to be Mr. Macdonald, and a huge black truck that he didn't know, parked near the back. There was a crowd of people between the girl, him, and the front green(the patch of grass in the center of the quart yard, where Zoe finds Rosie's glasses in the first ep. Idk what that is called). He was still looking around when he felt her pull out from his grasp.

"Hey, wait!" he called to her as she dashed into the middle of the crowd. He could just barely see her elbow her way through using her small stature to her advantage, he tried to follow to make sure she was okay but couldn't get through as she could. He saw her all but push Mia out of the way as she made it out the other side. She called out a name he didn't recognize, and he watched as a boy, his age maybe a little older, turned to face her.

" Charlotte!"