3. My name is Sigma?

1941, London, Dollhouse

A girl named Sigma walked trough the halls of the dollhouse. Although she didn't know what this was in fact true. Sigma was her name, at least that was what she was told. In fact her name was Susan Pevensie, but she didn't remember that anymore. She didn't remember how she got there. And she didn't remember ever being anywhere ells. It was like she didn't even have a life. Or like she suffered form some kind of amnesia. Yes, her name was Sigma. She couldn't remember how old she was. She watched herself in the mirror. '18, perhaps 19. She couldn't believe she was a teenager.

"Hello, Sigma" The doctor walked up to her. "You are making a little trip to Los Angeles."

"I love traveling." Sigma said. She had a childlike smile on her face. "I like Apples too."

"Sigma. Mason will take you to LA." Sigma left the room. Dr. Mark Anthony stayed behind. Susan Pevensie had to leave town. The police know she was missing, and they couldn't let her stay in the county. She had signed the paper. Although she was only a minor. He know that British people wouldn't want to hire her. He need her away. And Frances DeWitt asked for more active. And Sigma fitted in the description. He grabbed the hard disk that held her memories, and putted it in a box. Some of the videos of her. Then he putted her altered file on it. He changed her date of birth from 1924 to 1923. Making her 18 years old. No one had give her a check up. They had put her on a plain. Susan Pevensie was no longer in England; And her family would never find her. In 5 years she would get out.

1941, LA, Dollhouse

"I want you to prepare for the arrival of a new active." Frances the with yelled at the woman next to him. Elizabeth Riley, his own 20 year old wife. She used to work at the dollhouse, and worked the machines. Most of the time she got crazy by her wining. It was always something ells. The fact that machines were not safe. She had told him all the time that some day an active would die. Or even worst, they would stay in their active state. Their machinist were considers the best. In other parts of the country dolls died during treatment, it was what they called mal functioning.

The technology had been discovered in England, using ultra violet light wiping someone mind. The treatment had it's downsides. For one, some parts of the personally could not be save on a normal disk. And memories got lost during the process. The other downside was that, they couldn't imprint lot of things. They couldn't do anything to their eyesight, or anything to the chemical process in their bodies. It was impossible make someone exactly like they wanted it. And that was not a big problem. They dolls got hired for all kind of missions. A guy needed a fake wife, someone needed a dater or maybe even just a body call. They could make the perfect girlfriend. Or at least they thought they could. The health of the dolls was something they could care less about. The organization was corrupt. And Elizabeth knew that. But she couldn't bring herself to leave. A young woman with brown hair walked in the room. Followed by another man, Mason the one that was suppose to bring her here. Her name was Susan Pevensie , and she had to admit, this girl was absolutely beautiful. Her brown hair was a bit curly, she had beautiful green blue eyes. Behind those eyes was nothing. There was no feeling in it. Her face was blank. And that was just a start. On her pulse there were bruises, like she had fought someone in the past few weeks. Elizabeth didn want to know what this girl had been up to

"Do you want some treatment Sigma?" Her eyes looked at her, those big eyes staring at her. Just like that. Sigma nodded slowly, but she knew that Susan was not sure. What were they doing to this girl? What was her husband going to turn her in? Was he going to wipe away the trip? Was he going to turn her in to something ells? In someone that didn't fit in this body. Sigma sat down in the chair. She lay her head down. She placed the machine over her head. She connected it with several treads. Her husband watched her. And turned on the machines. They mad an awful sound. And a scream, something no one of us could understand. A pain that no one should go trough. It was the worst example of children playing with matches. It took over 4 hours, and watching them was painful. It was bad. I sat down next to this girl. Watched her. I got a hold off her head, hoping to help her. Give her some mental support.

After 10 minutes the light became more intense. Never had she see such a bright light. It was never this bride. It never happened like this before. She knew something was wrong. Elizabeth let go Susan's hand, to check on the machines. Temperature was higher then usual, and there was so much more light. She tried to turn of the machines. They didn't seem to react. Switching them off during the process was possible but gave some damage to the machine and to the doll itself. Her husband kept watching, he was very impressed. He didn't think about the doll.

"More light. It will get to her whole brain." The man said "Or something like that."

I had a feeling that he was very wrong. The machine couldn't simply handle that much energy. I knew it could handle it this much longer. And I was right, there was a big bold of light. The machine shot down. And there was a big explosion. Her body got throw away from the room. Was this the first doll we lost in Los Angels? Slowly everyone in the room came closer. Her husband seemed okay, he only had a small wound on this hand. Her knee was bleeding a bit, but she didn't care. She came closer to the chair. There was nothing. The girl that had been lying in the chair was gone. And there was nothing left of her. It was like she disappeared in thin air. And now the biggest question was asked? Where did she go? Did the light remove everything?

1941, London

They were with their cousin Eustace. Lucy still felt worried about Susan, she wanted to know where her sister was. Her sweet big sister. She stared at the painting. She looked at Edmund, facing him. The next moment she was on a shield. One of those ships of a pirate. A real pirate ship. Lucy wanted to smile, cause she knew she was back in Narnia. But she knew that she couldn't b e happy, because off Susan. She looked around on the ship. Man were cleaning the deck. Removing all the dirt of the dick. Even fish was thrown back in the sea. Apparently they worked here. A man was walking around, checking the work. She recognized him. He was the reason why Susan was sad, and maybe even the reason she was kidnapped. He was King Caspian. Lucy was sure, there was no way Susan would not call her. The only way she wouldn't call them, was if she could not remember her. And that was impossible. Susan would never forget her. He walked up to her, recognizing. He smiled at her.

"Hello Lucy" Those words came out of King Caspian's mouth. He was still looking very handsome, and was about a couple years older. "How is Susan?"

Lucy watched Edmund, who returned her look. Both of them were not sure, if they should tell him. They knew he cared about Susan and they knew it would hurt him. What were they suppose to do? Or say? He kept staring at them, Lucy felt bad.

"Peter, he went to college" Lucy explained "He's okay. I mean he is majoring in forensic science. He wants to be a cop or something like that."

"Interesting." Prince Caspian had a half smile. "But I can't recall I was asking about Peter. I believe Susan was the one I was asking about. What are you guys hiding? Does she have a boyfriend?"

"Not really" Edmund was rather pale. Trying not to say anything.

"Then what happened?"

"She kind off.."Lucy paused. She didn't know how to say. "About a month ago, Susan was pulled in to a van And we haven't seen her since. The police was looking for her, but they can't seem to find her."

"They believe that whoever took her, also killed her." Edmund added. He could see that Lucy could not bare adding that small little detail. "We haven't heard anything about her. Or the one that kidnapped her. Mum believed they were going to call, ask us ransom. But no one called."

"Susan's dead." Prince Caspian sat down. He couldn't breath, he loved Susan a big deal. He knew that Lucy and Edmund were coming to Narnia, and he wanted to know how Susan was. His biggest fear was that Susan would have moved on, that she would have another girlfriend. He didn't even begin to thing about the passivity that she had been kidnapped. Or maybe even murdered. Who could hurt Susan Pevensie. She was beautiful, brown hear. Blue eyes.

"Or kidnapped." Lucy added. For some reason she didn't want anyone to say that her sister was dead. That made it impossible for Lucy to see her again. "I don't believe she's dead. I don't want to believe. She was in so much pain before she left. Leavening you and Narnia. And she had this card in her room with a number on it. From a guy named Mark Anthony. Maybe.."

"Lu, I don't think we are here to talk about Susan. She's dead." Edmund was harsh. Lucy believed that was because of Susan. He wanted to believe she was dead. Edmund had accepted that. Caspian left, he wanted to be along. He sat down watching the sea. Was it true, was his one true love Susan Pevensie in face dead, Or was she kidnapped. Like Lucy believed. Lucy said she got in a car. No, she told that she was pulled in a car. Why would they want to hurt Susan., Queen Susan the gentle. Why did they want to hurt her? What could he do? Could he go out there and find her? And if he wanted that, could he get out of Narnia. To their world.

2009, Dollhouse, LA

"Aaah!" Topher jumped when he found the terrified little girl in the corner of his office. He let out a female scream, which he hoped nobody had heard. Tophed watched the girl, she looked around her 20's. A young woman and he had no idea how she got her. "What's your name?"

The girl stared at him, like she didn't know what he was asking. Like she didn't know what her name was. He got closer to her. Looking at her close. She was clearly an active. He could see that in her eyes. He would recognize the look of an active anywhere. The only thing he didn't understand was, which one? He had never seen her before, and he knew every active in the Los Angeles Dollhouse. And he never seen this woman before. Around her neck was a nametag. Slowly he got the tag and he read it 'Sigma'. It was a bit old, the metal was one they used in the early 40's

"So your name is Sigma?" This girl seemed to nod a bit. But he couldn't figure why she was doing that. Was she new? No, that wasn't possible. Adelle didn't send an new doll like that. Adelle would never dump her like this. She would tell him what to do. And she would tell that. She always did.

"Hey. Do you want a treatment?" Topper asked. He could see this girl need that thing bad, and he could give it to her. He saw the previous treatment she had gotten went wrong. It seems like she had gotten her last treatment in the 1940's. He got her in the chair, and slowly put her down. The girl looks terrified. Which was not normal in the stat of a coll. After a couple of seconds she got up again.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"Just a little while."

"Can I go not?"

"I you'd like to."