"Do you think this rain will ever let up?" Lucy asked, placing another peice of the jigsaw onto the board. Peter studied the peices in his lap before carefully selecting one and joining up the peices on the board.

"Like it matters either way." Edmund groaned "it's not like we'd do anything even if it was nice out."

"I do hate to agree..." Peter said, grugingly "But I do agree."

Lucy laughed as she too picked up a jigsaw piece placing it onto the board, she gazed out the window for a second before turning back to her brothers.

"What time do you think it is in Narnia?"

"I'd say around tea time." Edmund said, confidently "I'm sure they'll be tea with sardines." He winked at Lucy as they chuckled over dusty memories, actually none of them knew what time it was in Narnia but they always liked to hazard a guess.

"I bet it's summer... Remember how the trees couldn't stop dancing?" Peter mused.

"Oh do be quite." Susan had entered the room, she carried in her arms a newspaper and books full of boring information that she wouldn't require at any point in her life, still, she now prefered to fill her head with facts rather than fairy tales. "Trees cannot dance."

"That's what you think..." Lucy mumbled.

Lucy was fed up of her sisters know better attitude and couldnt understand why Susan was refusing to acknowledge that Narnia wasn't real, but how could one deny this when one had been there? Fought it's battles and saved their lives? But they all knew better not to argue with their sister, she thought she knew best and that was that but if Lucy swore one thing it was that she was going to prove that Narnia was real once and for all...some how.

"Whatever you say, Susan." Peter smiled, he placed the final piece onto the board compling the jigsaw. "Done, and look this rain has cleared up, why don't we take a walk? Go into London?"

Half an hour later the three siblings-Susan had decided to stay at home-where walking down to bond street tube station. The station was packed full of workers rushing down from the stairs to the tubes and craming themselves into the carts just before the doors could trap them on the station, the odd business man bumping into people and saying a quick "Watch it" before hurrying off. This was London at it's finest.

"I need some things for dinner tonight." Lucy mused, as they managed to squeeze onto a tube heading towards Oxford Street. "Nothing special, I'll make soup I think."

"Pumpkin would be nice..." Edmund mumbled.

"You know that's expensive, Ed." Lucy said as the doors slid shut with the echoing voice calling 'Mind the gap.'

"You know, there's always one person who thinks the cart isn't too full." Peter said, watching people sway as they clung to remain upright. Reaching behind Edmund for a handle to hold onto as the train built up speed and crashed into darkness.

And soon that's all there was. Darkness. It was pressing down on them from all around, squeezing their lungs so all air was gone, drowning them in invisble water. It was everywhere and no matter how hard they fought the darkness it remained. Just darkness.

And then there was light. Slowly at first, then all at once it cast glimmering hope and cast a warmth through them...could it be.

"Welcome home, dear one." The familiar voice was soft, soothing and warming and they drank it up. It gave them hope, gave them happiness...gave them courage that even through their aching limbs, broken bones and bleeding wounds he was there helping them on.

"Where are we?" Lucy groaned, she touched her head feeling something hot and sticky.

"Lucy...you're bleeding!" Peter cried, ripping his shirt he pressed the fabric to her head.

"We all are..." Edmund said, glancing around. "But why? I don't remember why..."

"A better question today would be where are we?"

"I don't believe it..." Peter said getting up, he picked a lone flower and twirled it between his fingers. "We're back, we're actually back..."