Peter was still sulking as the week progressed. Jade had made a point of ignoring and avoiding him at all costs. He didn't understand why she was so mad at him all of the sudden. He knew she was upset but it was taking all of his self control to not go and tell the professor immediately so that it would all be fixed and she would at least look at him without the hate that came off of her in waves.

Jade was trying her best to be sweet and kind to everyone. Except Peter. The marks they now bore and the connection between them scared her, but she was too stubborn to admit it. She hoped that by ignoring the moon and star on her wrist and Peter it would all go away and end up as a bad dream. In the back of her mind, though, she knew that it wouldn't go anywhere. And she knew it was something a lot bigger than Peter could ever know. Bigger than anyone but the professor and her father could understand. Something that tied her to her mother.

As much as it pained her, though, Jade knew that she should apologize. Her behavior was unfair. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't blame it all on him. He was just trying to help, she knew, but she didn't want to accept that their destinies were intertwined somehow because of the stupid magic tattoos.

She found him wandering around, probably lost, as usual. He looked up, but, noticing who it was, he stopped dead and looked away out a window.

"Peter," Jade said softly, coming up beside him.

There was a long pause. Jade expected him to be angry with her. She expected him to yell. Much to her surprise, he didn't say anything. She bit her lip and shuffled her feet a little, gathering up enough of herself to say what she knew was necessary.

"Peter, I uh, I just wanted to--I just wanted to apologize."

He remained silent.

"My actions were selfish and it was unfair to you."

For a second she thought that he was ignoring her as she had done to him, but then she noticed the smile that was inching its way onto his face. She grinned in triumph.

"So I--" she started.

"Don't," Peter interrupted. "Forgive and forget?"

She hugged him.

"Thank you. I really am sorry."

He laughed, spinning her around him.

"Forgive and forget," he repeated.

She beamed at him.

"Dinner?" he asked.

She linked her arm with his and they headed toward the kitchen.

"At last," Susan sighed.

Edmund chortled. Lucy grinned.

They were shocked but pleased when Peter and Jade had walked into the dining room arm in arm and, of all things, laughing. The professor followed them in shortly afterwards. He was in a much better mood than he had been in the previous night. It was like their first meal together--except that this time Jade joined in, laughing and teasing Edmund.

All were contented by bed-time except Edmund, who was annoyed with Jade and Peter for their tag-team teasing. He supposed that it was better than when they were fighting, but he really wished they would find a new target. It was getting old.

He tossed and turned for what felt like hours, unable to drift off to sleep. He finally sat up, completely awake.

"Pete?" he hissed. "Pete are you awake?"

There was no answer. Edmund scowled at his brother, sleeping peacefully. He fought the temptation to wake his brother and decided to use the bathroom and get a glass of water. He pulled on a robe and stuffed his feet into his slippers before venturing out into the hall. He grabbed a candle from the bedside table and lit it, closing the door quietly behind him. He turned to head down the hall and froze, covering the small flame. Lucy was leaving her room, too. He followed her silently as she walked around the house. Just as he was about to give her up as a sleepwalker she opened a door and disappeared into one of the empty rooms that they had seen on their first day of exploring. He peered around the edge of the door and watched her enter the famed wardrobe that had set her off on an adventure of wild proportions just a few days ago. Could it be real?

"Of course not," he assured himself. He entered the room cautiously, heart racing as the floorboards creaked.

"Lucy," he called. "Come on out! I know you're in there!"

There was no reply. He opened the wardrobe door slowly, straining his eyes to see a small girl among the fur coats that filled the space. He set the candle on the floor and stepped in, closing the door behind him.

"Lucy? Stop hiding like a child!"

There was still no answer. He felt around among the furs, trying to find the back of the wardrobe.

"Lucy!" he said again.

Still no answer! He turned around, feeling for the door now, but it had vanished somehow. All he could feel was the thick fur that surrounded him. And then he tripped and fell backward into a freezing pile of snow.