The voice echoed through the cells of the police station, and Brett held his hands to his ears, sinking to the floor in pain as images flashed through his mind that he didn't know, of a land he couldn't remember. The policemen on duty came running round the corner when he heard a scream to find Brett curled on the floor, hands against his ears, shuddering, screaming in pain as the images came thicker and faster, flooding his head...

The voice echoed through the warehouse as well, leaving Edmund curled up on the floor in a ball mimicking the position of Brett as images came to him also. DI Clarke sat desperately trying to help his friend, and unlike most of London, he could still remember the voice and the safe feeling it gave. Edmund shivered as an image flashed across his eyes of a long, ice cold knife heading towards him, and all DI Clarke could do was hold his friend and try to comfort him as Edmund screamed in pain, as the image of the knife entered his torso. DI Clarke barely noticed the rush of air and cruel laugh, he was too busy trying to help his friend, and he didn't notice the arrival of the four friends of Narnia until he looked up and yelled. In front of him was a horse, an eagle, what looked like a centaur, and a rather old man in hairy trousers. All were bigger than you would assume, with them being about half the size again of normal animals, and it was only until Edmund gripped his ankle and shivered again that he remembered to breathe.

"What the hell are you? And what the hell's happening to Edmund?" were his first words while he frantically tried to get Edmund to relax his grip on his ankle without hurting him.

"We are friends of King Edmund. He's gaining back his heritage" was the reply from the centaur thing, gruff and deep.

"The only thing that Edmund's King of is getting into trouble" retorted DI Clarke through gritted teeth, letting out a deep sigh of relief as Edmund relaxed and let go of his ankle, although the hand simply went back to Edmund's ears along with the other.

"Let us help His Majesty sir, he is in pain" asked a worried Mr Tumnus.

"No, really!?! I wouldn't have known unless you told me! What can you do?"

"This" replied Mr Tumnus, as he brought out a tiny bottle. DI Clarke stared mesmerised. The bottle glinted in the sun like a diamond, half-full of a golden amber liquid, and the stopper was a deep ruby colour that glittered like a jewel. As Mr Tumnus removed the stopper, he caught the smell of flowers and honey, and felt rejuvenated, as though the stress of the case had simply been erased by the smell. He watched as the faun dropped a single drop into Edmund's mouth, and gasped in amazement as the bags from Edmund's eyes disappeared, colour flooded into his pale skin and his hands relax themselves from his ears, and his breathing settled into a regular rhythm.

"What did you use?" asked DI Clarke checking his friend, and even seeing that a paper cut he'd gained earlier that day had gone.

"The cordial of Queen Lucy, His Majesty's sister. Forgive me for not introducing myself Son of Adam, I am Mr Tumnus, this is Tyran, Philip and Farsight" as he gestured towards the three as he said their names.

"Err... I'm DI Clarke. Nice to meet you" he replied, self-consciously scratching the back of his neck. Then the thought hit him.

"Hang on, you said His Majesty again. And I've met his sister Lucy and she's not a queen. In fact, none of his siblings or his folk are royalty, although his Aunt Alberta likes to think so."

"They are," replied Philip wisely, and this more than anything else made DI Clarke drop his jaw. "However, they are not Kings and Queens of this world, they are of Narnia."

"I think Edmund would have mentioned the fact that he was a ruler of a different world" snorted DI Clarke in amusement.

"He would have if he remembered Son of Adam, but he must have lost his memory when he came back to this world" cawed Farsight, who flapped his wings lazily as he soared around the warehouse.

DI Clarke looked ready to ask how the hell they managed it then, but he was stopped by the shifting of Edmund, who groaned in pain and slowly sat up. Supported by DI Clarke, he got into a sitting position, and rubbed his eyes in pain.

"What on earth..." he tailed off as he saw the four friends of Narnia in front of him, and heard DI Clarke swear as the four friends bowed.

"Your Majesty..."echoed around the warehouse, and gained in tone as Edmund struggled to his feet and spoke:

"Yes?"

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