A/N: okay, I'm not entirely sure yet whether or not I like this chapter. It was hard to write about Caspian's thoughts on Earth, and I know i didn't really do the best job at it. Anyway, there will be about three more chapters, so please keep reading and reviewing, and I will get the rest of the story up as soon as I can!

'Cause I try

But it's so hard to believe

I try

But I can't see what you see

I try, I try

Susan stepped off of the train, and made her way through the crowd of people at the station. It was a busy time of day, with many people getting home from work, and getting through the knots of pushing and shoving was not a particularly enjoyable task. But it did take her mind of the internal struggle she was facing.

Worming her way through the crowd, Susan kept one hand on her purse at all times, making sure no one took it. Finally, she could see the exit. Just as she was about to rush up the stairs, she thought she heard someone calling her name. She slowed, and looked around, but didn't see anyone she knew. Thinking the shout had been meant for someone else, Susan turned and hurried up the stairs into the suffocating smog of London.

Once free of the people in the station, Susan was thrust into the crowds of the streets. It was so frustrating; the time when she most needed to be alone, she was surrounded by a never-ending stream of people. Well, that's what you get when you live in a big city, Susan thought to herself.

She once again heard the sound of someone shouting her name. What? Surely it isn't me they want. Glancing around, Susan still didn't see anyone that looked like they had been calling her. In fact, no one looked like they had been shouting at all. Am I hearing things?

That disturbed Susan, she was nothing if not logical, and she found it hard to believe she would be imagining things. With these thoughts in her head, she continued on her way down the street, ignoring the bustle of people as they shoved their way past her.

Susan didn't relax until she reached her apartment building. She let out a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. She walked into the building and made her way up to her apartment, opening the door and going inside.

As she sat down on the couch in the small living room/ foyer, Susan dumped her bag on the floor and pulled out Lucy's sketch book. She didn't open it; she just sat there staring at it, thinking quickly.

Okay, what was going on? There were only some things Susan knew for certain. One, her siblings were mad at her. Two, they were mad at her because she didn't believe in a fairy-tale. None of her siblings were home, and they hadn't been all day. Add in the sketchbook, the weird feeling it gave Susan, and the guy on the train, and you had one big mess. Susan couldn't think of anything else to sum it up; something was wrong.

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Caspian didn't know what to think. This was definitely not Narnia. He was standing in a dark tunnel, illuminated by lights in the ceiling, and he was surrounded by hundreds of people. In front of him, a long, huge monster came to a screeching halt. He didn't know whether to attack it or run away, until he noticed wheels on it. It must be some type of transportation, he realized. Thinking back to what Lucy had said, he realized that he must be at the train station she had mentioned. If this was a station, then that must be a train, he thought to himself.

Just as this occurred to him, the thing let out another loud noise, and doors opened along its length and Caspian could see people filling up the different compartments. As soon as the doors were opened, the people poured off the train and onto the station, as others who had been standing around filed onto the train.

From somewhere in front of him, Caspian heard an unmistakable voice. "Yes. It was," said the voice. Out of the corner of his eye, Caspian saw a flash of her face before she turned and hurried into the crowd of people pushing toward the door. The Gentle Queen disappeared from his sight, and Caspian felt fear in his heart. How would he ever be able to find her in this crowd?

Pushing his way through the people, Caspian caught a glimpse of Susan once more. "Susan!" he cried out before he realized what he was doing. He saw her stop and look around, but he was in the middle of the crowd, and she couldn't see him.

Making his way hastily toward the exit, Caspian didn't notice the odd looks people were giving him as he passed. All he could think about was finding Susan. Plunging through the exit, he emerged onto the streets of London. Immediately he began coughing, not having experienced its smog before.

"Susan!" he choked out, and saw her pause once more, far ahead of him. Caspian was practically sprinting now, trying to catch up to Susan. But she was used to dealing with all these people, and he was not. He found himself pushed around, and struggled to keep moving forward.

The looks people gave him were getting more incredulous. It was a strange sight, even in London, to see a young man dressed as if he had just emerged from the Renaissance stumbling around the streets, choking on the thick air.

Eventually, Caspian lost sight of Susan, and ducked into a side street. Looking out from the entrance of this street, Caspian realized just how strange this world was. There were no horses to be seen, instead, monsters that looked like miniature trains in a way zipped down the street, faster than Caspian would have thought possible. Even the buildings were strange, reaching up so high they looked like they could touch the clouds. How did the Kings and Queens ever survive in such a place? He thought wonderingly.

That was when Caspian remembered why he was here. He needed to find Susan, and quickly. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand this air; it was still making him cough terribly. Caspian pulled the map out of his pocket, extremely thankful that he had it. He located the circle that was the train station he had just left, and then found the one that marked where Susan lived.

Still holding the map, Caspian emerged from the alley back into the hustle of the main street. Hoping desperately that he was reading the map right, Caspian continued to wander down the streets of London. Eventually he found himself where the circle indicated, but was at a loss as to which of the buildings around him were the one where he would find the missing Queen. None of them looked like somewhere anyone would live, at least not to him. He caught a glimpse of a curtain of dark hair whipping around a corner into the building on his right. Could it be Susan? He thought, staring at the building.

Deciding it was his best bet, Caspian walked over to the tall building and pushed open the door. He started to climb the stairs he found, looking at the address Lucy had written on the scrap of paper. 412. What did that number mean? Stepping onto the first floor, Caspian looked at the doors. All the numbers started with one. Oh, he thought, stepping back out onto the stairs. He continued up to the fourth floor.

After another minute, Caspian had managed to locate the door reading 412. Well, this must be it. Taking a deep breath, Caspian reached up his hand and knocked on the door.