AN: Yes, I know this chapter is really short. But it's all I had time for. I hope you like it anyway.

Susan was still unsure of what to do. Should she fake that she'd taken a boat back to England? Swim back and hope she could make it? In truth, she was too scared to swim back. She had no idea how she'd done in the first time. Under the full moon, little seemed to frighten her, but under only herself, she was terrified. She glanced over at Peter wondering what he was thinking about.

"Amazing." Peter's eye widened as he read part of Professor Kirke's research. "Susan, did you know that a mermaid can take on a whale in a fight and possibly win?"

"No." Susan said. "And I'm not taking on any whales."

"I'm not suggesting that you do." Peter laughed. "I just thought it was interesting...Look at this..." He handed her a piece of paper that had fallen out of a journal.

"Today at new thought came into my head, does Polly really enjoy being a mermaid or does she wish to be an ordinary girl again? I wish there was some way of knowing with out asking. I don't like to ask those sort of questions." Susan read aloud. "It's professor Kirke's journal."

Peter looked at the date on the paper. "From when he was sixteen."

Susan looked through the briefcase for the whole journal. She found it. It was missing only the one page in her hand the rest were all there safe in their binding. "I can't believe it," Susan read aloud. "but I think I may have fallen in love with her, with my friend, with Polly. With a mermaid. I don't know how it happened. I do wonder if she returns the feeling. I wish I wasn't so shy, then maybe I could ask her."

"I wonder what happened." Peter said looking over Susan's shoulder at the writing. "I mean, where is she? He talks about her all the time but, he's never told us where she is now."

"I don't think they ended up together." Susan told him. "I just get the feeling something happened."

"Does it say anything about it in there?" Peter asked looking back at the journal again.

Susan flipped to the end. "I wonder if I shall have to burn this some day, I fear our world will not take kindly to the existence of mermaids. They may even hurt them. I don't suppose I'll ever know why Mako does what it does. I only hope, some day, for the sake of Polly if not for any others like her ask well, that someone does figure it out." Susan shut the book. "That was the last entry."

"What's this?" Peter pulled out a piece of folded yellow paper out of the binding. Carefully, he unfolded it and looked at the slight smudged writing. "It's a love letter."

"Aw, how sweet." Susan said. "From Polly?"

"No, it's written to Polly." Peter explained. "It doesn't look like he ever gave it to her. It looks like it's been in the binding for years."

"Poor Professor Kirke." Susan felt his pain. She remembered how hard it was to tell Peter how she felt. It still made her cringe even now that she knew he felt the same way.

"Wow," Peter said looking over the letter. "He really loved her."

Susan leaned over to read the letter herself. "Why does he have a whole paragraph about how beautiful her eyes are?"

"I guess my description of yours wasn't as long winded?" Peter joked.

Susan looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You didn't get the letter I left in your bag?" He asked looking disappointed. "No wonder you never mentioned it."

Susan smiled at him. "You wrote me a love letter?"

Peter looked a little embarrassed. "Maybe."

"I can't believe I didn't get it." She said looking back at the professor's letter to Polly. "Which bag did you put in it?"

"The small black one." Peter said as he looked through the briefcase again.

"I don't have a small black bag." Susan told him looking up now.

"Then who does?" Peter looked concerned. Who'd gotten the letter?

"Edmund." Susan gulped as the realization hit her. "It was another gift from Grandma Pevensie to 'George.'"

"That means..." Peter looked horrified. "The letter's in Edmund's bag?"

"Oh no." Susan moaned.

"I thought the black bag was yours." Peter moaned. "It looked like a girl's bag."

"This is not good." Susan said.

"Tell me about it." Peter agreed. "Are you sure you never had a black bag? Because I really thought..."

Susan shook her head.

Meanwhile, at Aunt Alberta's house, Edmund was eating a sandwich in Eustace's room. It was two week after their last visit to Narnia. Eustace's behavior was very much improved.

"Edmund, do you have the playing cards in your bag?" Lucy asked as she walked by the room. "They're not in mine."

"I'll check." Edmund told her as he opened the black bag and started checking all the compartments.

"Well does he have them or doesn't he?" Asked Eustace appearing in the doorway behind Lucy.

"Eustace Clarence!" Aunt Alberta's voice called.

"Coming mum." he called.

"What?"

"I mean Alberta." Eustace ran off to see what she wanted.

Lucy giggled into the palm of her hand. That was the third time he'd called her "Mum" since they'd gotten back from Narnia.

"What's this?" Edmund found a white envelope and opened it. "It looks like a letter to Susan."

Lucy felt guilty remembering that she'd hadn't given her sister much thought lately. She'd only thought about her twice once when she'd read the magician's book and the time she passed mermaids on the way to the edge of the world. "Maybe we should leave it alone then."

"It's a love letter." Edmund stuck out his tongue. "Who'd write a love letter to her?" It had to be someone he knew, the handwriting looked very familiar. But he couldn't place it. "My dearest Susan," Edmund read aloud.

"Aw, put it back Ed." Lucy insisted knowing if a boy wrote her a love letter she wouldn't want her brothers reading it.

Edmund continued to read it. "What's wrong with this boy?" He laughed. "He just goes on and on..." who was this annoying lout?

"Whoever he is, he must really like her." Lucy still felt bad about Edmund reading it. "Let's leave it alone."

"By the Lion...is he ever going to stop naming the ways he loves her?" Edmund rolled his eyes. "He's up to fifty-two already. Can't he just drop it? Oh great, he just thought of another thing he loves about her...number fifty-three."

"Ed!" Lucy tired again.

"Alright, Lu, you win, Let me just skip to the end and see who the smitten nutcase is." Edmund skipped to the end of the letter and his eyes widened in disbelief. So that's why the handwriting was so familiar.

"What's wrong?" Lucy asked.

"Life as we know it is over." Edmund told her looking back at the letter in his hand.

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