A/N: This is up quicker than I expected it to be. Oh, well, here it is and I hope you enjoy!

From the last chapter…

He sniffed around, looking for an escape and careful not to make any noise. Likely as not the man had heard five voices and seen four leave. Toby examined his position. He was surrounded on two sides by boxes, on one side by a few piles of cloth and on the last side by the wall.
It took a few small crashes before the brown dog realized that the crates were being thrown aside. Rather desperate now, he clawed the wall and quietly whimpered. At last he spotted his chance - his only chance - and climbed into the dark opening of one wooden crate.

Toby winced as the crate he was hiding in was lifted off the ground. The nails were cutting into his skin and he was almost sure plenty of splinters covered him by now. He made no noise, though, as to give the violent human no clue that he was in the crate being lifted.

The man was none the wiser, for though he knew there was an animal of some sort in the room he had been almost certain that an animal wouldn't be smart or brave enough to climb into the crate as an escape.

No, he thought, the weight meant nothing. Plenty of these dusty things were filled with what used to be the shop's wares. There was no reason they shouldn't be heavy. The man paused for a second, though. No one was around – not even on the street outside, for it was dark and had begun to rain – he could easily take some of this and sell it without getting caught.

But then he rejected the idea, thinking it useless and of the animal that he knew was somewhere in the old building. The children that had left just minutes ago were obviously concealing something about it. As they were leaving they had said some suspicious things – "Do you think he'll be all right?" and "No one should find him there – the place looks like it hasn't been used for years."

With a grunt, he lifted the box he was holding and heaved it towards the wall next to the door with all his might.

In absolute terror, Toby listened to the man's breathing as he considered stealing the crates (but Toby didn't know this, and was quite convinced that the lid would be opened in moments).

Finally, when Toby was just about to howl with the tension, the crate was lifted to the maximum height the human could elevate it and thrown with intense fervor towards the painfully solid wall.

As the wood of the crate smashed into the wall, Toby felt intense pain and yelped loudly. The dark figure turned suddenly when he heard the noise and gaped at the dog.

Toby weakly came to his legs and, despite all the pain it caused, ran. He streaked through the door, ran right through the rain and onto another pathway, quickly losing consciousness as he went.

Finally, lost, injured and soaking wet but at least far from the aggressive man, he lay down on the cold, hard stones of a dreary looking street as a crack of thunder sounded and the world went black.

Far away in her bed, Lucy jumped up. "Oh, Aslan," she said, "I can't possibly go to sleep."

"Lu," came a soft voice from the doorway of her room. "You can't sleep either?" It was Susan.

"Peter," another voiced moaned. "Where are you?"

"What is it, Ed?" Peter answered. He moved towards Edmund's room, but spotted Susan in the doorway of Lucy's. "By the Lion," he said. "What in Narnia are you two doing awake as well?"

Edmund marched out of his room and soon all four Pevensies were sitting on Lucy's bed. There was a long silence.

Finally, Peter spoke up. "You know, I think we should go visit Toby – even if we still haven't figured out a way to get him to the Professor."

"But we can't right now," Susan said. "It's one o' clock in the morning. The dear thing is probably sleeping, and we wouldn't want to go stomping in and waking him. And what would mum say? She'd never let us keep him, talking or no."

"What if someone finds him?" Lucy asked. "I think… I think we should go as soon as we can. Just in case," Lucy whispered.

"But what about our parents?" Susan moaned. "They'll be worried, and they probably already are by the way we've been talking like adults and having so many whispered conversations about Narnia."

"We'll go in the morning," Peter decided.

"It is the morning," Edmund countered. "And if you meant when people usually wake up, it's not like we'll all be able to get up early, even if my some miraculous blessing we're able to get sleep tonight."

"It's settled then," Peter said. He stood up, and Lucy followed suit. "Let's go."

They all tiptoed out of the house, with some quiet grumbling from Susan. She stopped, though, when Peter told her "Do act more like a Queen, Susan. You would never do this in front of our subjects at Cair Paravel." Before they closed the door, Peter picked up the spare key and then locked it gently behind them.

Storm clouds laid low in the sky, and they all shuddered as they heard the first clap of thunder.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Peter murmured.

They walked on anyway, ignoring the odd person or two bustling home through the cold rain. They were all pretty well soaked by the time they reached the empty street where Toby was supposed to be.

Lucy clung tightly to Peter as they walked along. Even Edmund, who usually wouldn't stand for such things, seemed to be drawing closer to Susan and his older brother.

"There…" Lucy whispered. "What is that?" She pointed to a slender form that walked out of a low-roofed building near the shop Toby was supposedly in. The four watched warily. They kept walking towards Toby's shelter, and finally reached it without being spotted by the stranger.

After the figure had disappeared from the street, Susan looked around.

"I can't see at all in here… oof!" she had stumbled over a board on the damp floor.

"Toby! Toby?" Lucy called. When there was no answer, she turned towards the others, who were helping Susan up. "Do you think this is the wrong building?" She asked.

Peter took out a scented candle from his bag. "It was a birthday present for mum," he explained.

"Some birthday present we've left her," Edmund said. "We really ought to get back, before she wakes."

The candle was lit, and revealed a good bit of their surroundings.

"Oh!" Susan gasped.

The place was in utter wreckage, with ripped and torn cloth scattered about and splintered wood covering the floor.

Lucy cried out and threw herself in the arms of her closest sibling. It happened to be Edmund, but he didn't push her away or even look embarrassed. He simply stared ahead at the wreckage in front of him, his face and Peter's both very white.

A/N: And there's the second chapter. Please reveiw, and feel free to point out any errors. Thanks to captive1princess for the reveiw on the last chapter!
As I said, this one was up quicker than I expected, but that's probably because it's the weekend and I don't have to spend the day doing school & homework.

A little note: The man, who has no name as of yet (don't worry, I'll give him one... any suggestions?) is not gone from the story and has no relation to the 'slender figure' the Pevensies saw on the otherwise empty street (that person will play a bigger part, too, if I don't change my mind about them).

Thanks for reading! I'll get the third chapter up soon, hopefully.