Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or anything that is from C.S. Lewis's work. This is just an idea I had, and thought to get it out. Movie based, thank you very much.

Lucy trembled at his words and goosebumps rose on her arms. The other siblings felt a kind of tingling on the back of their necks.

For a long while, the five people merely stood there, contemplating what was said. A giggling breeze came through the park, ruffling everyone's hair playfully. Lucy looked up at him for the first time since he'd approached them. He didn't say anything to her, but the two of them simply stared at one another for a long while.

Silently, in her own thoughts, Lucy said a quiet prayer. As usual, she prayed for peace, but this time she asked for a little more. She prayed that her anger, and fear, would fade; that the kind, caring and vibrant Lucy – the one that had been slowly vanishing more and more lately – would return, even if for a little while. She asked for the strength to face her current situation, and to be able to know the truth when she heard it.

Meeting his eyes, and holding his gaze, Lucy also prayed to understand what was happening. In his eyes, those very light blue eyes, she could see so much… he wanted her to understand him, to believe him. He was afraid, too, that she'd turn him away. There was such longing, it smote her heart terribly.

Oh please, she prayed, please help me…

Aslan…

A burst of wind flew through the park, sending leaves and dirt everywhere. Squeals were heard from people who had been walking on nearby paths. A great swirl engulfed the Pevensies, startling everyone there… except for Lucy.

Susan covered her eyes and cried out. Even Peter and Edmund were stunned and had to cover their eyes from the dust and biting wind that had sprung on them suddenly. They both turned to the bench and took hold of the rail so as not to lose their bearings.

Lucy, though, suddenly feeling almost like her much younger self, felt mesmerized by the sudden gust. It didn't whip or blind her as it did her siblings, but rather felt as though it was moving around her. In her fascination, she noticed that the wind didn't seem to trouble Thomas Holt anymore than it did her. And he was still watching her.

And then a burst of something – she supposed it was wind, but it could have been dust, too – blew into her face. Her eyes watered instantly and she pulled up her hands to wipe her eyes and cover them…

But there was still an amazing fascination with the wind, and she couldn't hide her face from it. Was Holt finally bothered by it, as well? She blinked her eyes to look at him, and gasped.

It was like a dream, like what she'd dreamt of so many nights. Her eyes were blurry, she was sure, but in the haze, Thomas looked rather different. His dark brown trousers looked crooked and his black shoes were smaller and rounder. He had been wearing an off-white colored shirt with a dark brown vest, but the vest had been pulled off one shoulder making him seem to be wearing a scarf instead. The shirt blended in too well with his own skin amid the haze, to where it didn't look like he was wearing one at all. His curly hair had collected several leaves from the air, sticking out in different ways… a few of the larger ones seemed to give him floppy ears, and two near his forehead seemed unmistakably like horns…

He was, undeniably, a faun.

And, to Lucy's joy and wonder, not just any faun, but her own she'd thought gone forever, Mr. Tumnus.

Lucy squinted at him desperately. For just a moment, he came into perfect clarity, and she could see him in every detail. But, before she could rush to him, as she truly wanted to do, the wind died suddenly as if it had never been. Stillness once again reigned over the park.

"Oh my," Lucy heard Susan say, straightening her hair. Edmund and Peter had begun to get back to their feet and brush the dust from them. "Whatever was that?"

Lucy herself rubbed her eyes to clear them, most excited to tell her siblings of what she'd seen, but when she looked about her, she frowned. Holt, though quite windblown and rather dusty looking, had fallen to the ground, looking just as he had before the wind had come. His cane, though, had bounced out of his reach.

He propped himself up on his elbows and rolled halfway onto his side. Looking around himself, he seemed to spot his cane and then, after meeting Lucy's gaze for a moment, turned away from her, ashamed.

Susan, once her hair was out of her eyes and could see once more, slapped Edmund on the leg (for she was sitting and he was standing, and his leg was much closer than his arm) and motioned for him to help the poor man up. A look at Peter and nod, and both men went to help him up.

"Oh, there's… there's no need…" he tried to protest, though quietly. It was clear to everyone present that he seemed rather ashamed that he'd fallen over.

Peter and Edmund, each quietly saying it was no trouble at all, took one of his hands and each put their free hands under his arms and brought him to a standing position. While they did so, Susan had gotten to her feet and retrieved his cane, which had bounced not too far from her and the bench she'd been sitting on. She had a bit of difficulty bending over to get it, but everyone there knew she was determined to do so, for whatever reason, and knew better than to offer to do it for her.

Once she had it, she slowly walked to where the three men stood, her two brothers helping Thomas to brush himself off while he quietly protested.

"Thomas…" Susan said quietly, mulling the name over while looking at his cane. The man looked up at her, but didn't say anything. "Thomas Holt… I do like that name, you know," she commented, handing him his cane.

He gave her a wisp of a smile, "Thank you…"

Susan didn't hear him, "I recently read a book on names," she patted her stomach thoughtfully, "Trying to decide a little earlier this time."

"Congratulations," Thomas said quietly. Susan nodded.

"Thank you. But," she went on, drawing curious looks from her siblings, "I noticed some meanings on different names. 'Holt' was one of them."

Thomas dug his cane into the ground and leaned on it a little heavier. "Ah,"

Susan nodded silently and waited for a moment. She took the time to look him over, noticing his build and his face. "It means," she said at length, "Son of the unspoiled forest. I am curious of your family's heritage…" She paused again, letting her words hang in the air.

All Lucy could do was listen. She probably would have cried, but in all truth, she'd done so much of that lately, it seemed that for the moment her eyes were all dried up.

"I won't deny," Susan continued, "That you carry an uncanny, and unnerving, similarity to… someone… we all knew. Why, if you don't mind me asking, do you need a cane?"

The group eyed Susan curiously, Lucy most of all, in wondering why she had suddenly asked such a question. The only one who didn't seem troubled by it, what Thomas himself. In truth, he seemed to be expecting it.

"In answer to your first question, dear Lady," he said quietly, (so quietly in fact that Lucy had to finally move from where her feet had glued themselves and take a few steps closer to hear him), "I know nothing of the heritage of my name. Your knowledge on it has been the first I've heard."

Thomas turned, shaking and looking very much as if he was about to cry himself, and began to walk away from the group.

"As for my cane," he laughed a little, though sadly, "Well, I've never been good on my feet. On feet at all," he paused and seemed to consider the cane he held onto, then went on, "But, two centuries on hooves would leave anyone troubled on legs, I'd think."

His words left the others speechless… none of the Pevensies could believe what their ears had heard. It just wasn't possible… it couldn't be… could it?

A/N: There you go, the next chapter. I feel like it's rather short, but the next chapter should be up presently. As always, please review and let me hear some feedback, please. I tell you, it is very nice to hear...