It was morning. Lucy bounded out of bed. She quickly brushed her shoulder length dark hair, fixing it back with a small clip with a little silver lion on it. Peter had gotten it for her on her last birthday. She wore it everyday regardless of what she wore. Today she chose a simple dark blue dress that had a pleated skirt. She longed for the glorious long narnian gowns she used to wear there. She missed Narnia so. She missed her best friend Tumnus too.

Lucy dreamed about Narnia all the time. She loved Narnia in the summer. They hadn't been brought back there in the longest time. She could've used Aslan's shoulder to cry on a number of times. She could still use it even now. It was still painful.

She heard Susan's voice shriek loudly from down the hall. Lucy grabbed her little black cardigan and ran to Susan's voice. She arrived at Peter's door huffing and puffing. Susan looked fretted as she was examining one of Peter's arms. Edmund was sitting on the bed, wide-eyed and chewing his lip. Lucy frowned.

"What on earth is wrong?"

Susan pulled Peter around by his right arm, which obviously pained him as she did so. Susan pulled up the sleeve of his shirt. It revealed a nasty burn to his skin about the size of a small-medium belt buckle.

"Sue, do you mind? It hurts enough as it is". Peter complained.

"How?" asked Lucy, examining it for her self. She tried to be gentle for Peter's sake. Edmund shrugged.

Peter tried explaining the dream to them. Especially when the others just looked blankly at him.

"That's impossible. A dream couldn't cause that", Susan stated disbelievingly. Lucy cut in.

"But it was a dream with Aslan."

"We've all had dreams about Aslan before Lu."

Peter shook his head.

"This was almost real Susan. I could feel the air, the heat, the grass under my feet. Something is up."

Edmund and Lucy stared at each other. What could Aslan be trying to tell them? What was his message?

"And really, a woman in a volcano? That is rather dubious. She was obviously imprisoned for a reason." Susan started again with her skepticism.

"Everything unnatural is dubious to you Sue," Edmund scoffed. "Even after all we've gone through in Narnia, hell, even Narnia itself." Lucy laughed, although futilely trying not to make it obvious. Even Peter had to smile a little.

"You know he has a point Susan" Peter said, teasing a little.

"Edmund, mind your language," Susan reprimanded. "Its just every time something happens there, our lives get turned upside again. And each time it's getting harder and harder to return to normalcy upon each return." She went red in the face and dropped into the armchair. She sighed and played with her long mousy brown braid. "I care about Narnia , I do, but I want a normal life here, in our world."

Susan sighed and turned her face to the stained glass window. Lucy had narrowed her eyes in a curious fashion. Even if Susan didn't want to admit it, or couldn't, a message of some kind had been sent here. Lucy wished she still had her little cordial bottle. She could've healed Peter's arm in a heartbeat. Peter gingerly poked around the wounded site. Lucy picked up the little medikit with the gauze and bandages. She tended to his arm and Peter rolled his sleeve back down finally.

Lucy quickly returned to her own room. She took a key from around her neck and unlocked a dark wooden chest at the foot of her bed. She lifted the heavy lid and pushed it back to examine it contents. Over the years she had drawn many pictures of Narnia and Aslan, filled many a notebook with memories, dreams, and other writings. Now she hunted for her newer one. She found the purple covered book with the little lamp post she had drawn on it. She wrote down Peter's story with care, making sure of every detail.

She closed her little book, letting it rest in her lap. Surely Aslan was sending a message. Who was the lady? Lucy sent out a little prayer to Aslan. Let us come and help you, she prayed. Lucy felt that familiar yearning. She so wanted to go back again.

Lucy looked out her window. The others had ventured outside now. Peter and Susan were still debating by the look of it. Edmund looked as though he didn't know what to do with either of them. Lucy ran downstairs and out the back door, across the grassy path to the trees in the back garden. A familiar place it was. The collection of trees was right near the spot which started this. They'd been playing a bit of cricket. The ball had been smacked clear through the sitting room window. When they'd gone to investigate, they had heard the house keeper coming and the only hiding place they could find, had been the wardrobe.

Lucy looked about. She remembered exactly where they were all standing. Edmund brushed his raven hair out of eyes and stared at Lucy. Anyone else looking at the younger girl walking around in circles would've thought she was a bit mad. Edmund knew what she was doing. She was reminiscing. He couldn't understand why Susan could prefer this life, over the life they could have in Narnia. Maybe it was because she missed mother so.

Edmund lingered around the trees. They seemed to have a story of their own in the way they twisted their branches and the hollows in the trunks. Edmund did a double take on the last tree. There wasn't any hollows in the tree before. He tried to peer inside, but it was too dark inside. But there was a breeze. It smelt like fruits and blossoms. A breeze in a tree? Edmund twigged. Was this their way back in?

"Lucy!"

"What Edmund?"

Edmund tried to motion to the tree to get her to come over. She just looked confused. Edmund had to walk over and then lead her back. He got her to look inside the hollow.

She felt the breeze. She knew instantly, and without fear crawled inside.

"Lu!"

"Come on Ed." He heard her say from within. Edmund could only shrug and follow suit.

Peter had turned around, just to see Edmund's feet disappear inside the tree. He looked around. No Lucy. What were they up to now? Peter pulled Susan up from her seat. Susan had rolled her eyes.

"Those two again," she said.

Peter shook his head. They had become like the proverbial partners in crime since their first adventure together. Now they were pretty inseparable. Peter and Susan crouched in front of the hollow where Edmund's feet had disappeared. He could only just hear their voices. How far could a tree go? He heard them call him. He tried to get them to come back. He sighed. He ignored the breeze, he just wanted them not to get hurt. He heard Susan muttering to her self.

"We better go get them," He said finally. Susan had to agree. Such mischief in those two.

Peter and Susan crawled inside after them