Rebecca got up, and decided to get a head start on searching. She said goodbye to Susan, who was fixing breakfast for her family, and departed towards her house to change clothes, and see if there was anything there that might be a sign. Bryan had said that he would pick her up at 7:00 that morning, and it was 6:30 by the time she reached her house. As she let herself in, she threw the mail in a pile on the table, bathed, changed, and walked into the kitchen. After fidgeting around the kitchen for a few minutes, she sorted through the mail, busying herself with frivolous activity for five minutes might put her at ease. None of the mail looked interesting, except for one letter that wasn't inside of an envelope. She unfolded it, and gasped.

Dear Rebecca Marlowe,

You have no idea what you get the people you love into. I think that by now, you probably know what I mean, so I'll get straight to the point. Tonight, at 11:30, come to the old Millhouse Jail, alone. If you come before 11:15, after 11:33 or with other people, we assure that by 11:35, he will be dead, and it'll be painful too. See you tonight.

-Jane Doe

Oh, and in case you needed proof, he's got brownish hair, deep eyes, that, by the way, can be read like a book, he's very attractive, loyal to you, pity, and quite brave, so I hear.

Oh my, this can't be happening! I know that I'll go, I think that's unlikely that they'll let him go, I know that he would tell me not go, but I can't let him go without a struggle. Rebecca was suddenly exhausted, but she decided that it didn't matter. Bryan arrived a couple minutes later like he had said he would. "What's wrong, you look like you're going to be sick." She handed him the note, not feeling like explaining the situation. As he read it, horror spread across his face. "They're going to kill him?" asked Bryan.

"I hope not, I'm going to go, and just hope that they let him go. If they don't, we're both dead by tomorrow."

"That's really, really dangerous, I'm coming with you. I read the note, and I know that I'm not supposed to, but they won't see me, I promise, if I'm there, they can't hurt you."

"It wouldn't matter if a thousand people went, they could still hurt us, what makes you think that you could protect us?" Rebecca looked at Bryan, challenging him. Bryan didn't answer, but reached under the seat of his car, producing a gun, Rebecca gasped.

"Where did you get that?" asked Rebecca.

"My father had it, and when Peter disappeared, I thought that it might be a good thing to have." Bryan looked like he was being honest with her, and Rebecca had a thought.

"Bryan, if they see you there, they'll kill you, so here's what we're going to do. I'm going to take the gun, it's small, and I can fit it into the pocket of my jacket. I want you to park the car about half a mile away from where we are going to be, and I'll get out and walk. If they let Peter go, then I'll instruct him to walk where you're at, and as soon as he gets here, no matter what he says, or what either of you think, get him to the hospital."

"I get it, I get it, I know that having someone checked out medically after a situation like this is always a good idea." Bryan agreed with Rebecca's plan.

"Well, I guess that it's pointless to continue searching, I mean, what should we tell the Pevensies?" asked Rebecca.

"I think that we should just not tell them, and then when we get him out of this, we'll tell them."

"You mean you'll tell them. I'm not going to be here, we already established the fact that if I go, I'm gone, I'm never coming out." Truth was unavoidable, she was going to give up her life for Peter, just as he almost had done for her in Narnia. I can't believe that I let this happen! It's awful, and I don't know if they'll let him go, but if they don't right away, I'll have a gun, and maybe that'll cause enough distraction for him to get away.

"If we're lucky, we'll get you out of this too, I know that it sounds impossible, but Peter's love for you means not giving up on you. He'll go back for you as soon as he can, I know that, and if he's lucky, he'll pull you out of it alive."

"I don't want him to come after me, if he tries, please, stop him!" Rebecca didn't want Peter to get back into this after he'd gotten out.

"If it's what he wants, I'm not going to be the one to stop him." Bryan knew that Peter would want to go after Rebecca, and that in doing so, he would be following his heart to get her back to safety. Bryan also knew that if Peter asked him, without thinking, Bryan would help him. He couldn't bear to see him unhappy again, the way he had been before.

"Please, I really, really don't want him to get hurt, and if I think that you can help prevent it, please, please help me protect him!" Rebecca begged.

"Listen, if you want to keep him from getting hurt, it's too late, losing you will hurt him just as much as if he gets physically hurt. If the best thing for him is to try to save you, then I'm going to let him try, and if he fails, at least you'll be together."

"You're taking this entirely wrong! You are willing to let your friend DIE just so that he can be with someone he loves for just a few more minutes?" Rebecca was astonished by what Bryan was telling her.

"No, I'm saying that I am going to let my friend do what he wants to do, instead of living his whole regretting a decision that didn't get the opportunity to make."