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Interlude Three: Mistakes Can Be Deadly.

Three days they had been trapped in this world, three days of misery and torture and long forgotten memories rearing their malicious little heads. The professor had been kind enough she supposed, he tried to humour her as she sobbed out tales of home into Peter's arms, he tried to tell her of his own visits there. She didn't believe him of course. No one who had truly belonged to Narnia could talk of leaving it and moving on with such calm acceptance. She knew she never would be able to. Her one source of comfort was Peter; her husband-brother. Only in his arms did she feel like she was still at home, instead of this god awful place called England. She had spent the last two nights alternately crying and sleeping and desperately reaching for the small bump of her stomach to check that that at least, had not disappeared as well as her home.

Lucy and Edmund had begun to act strangely almost the second they had stumbled back into the wardrobe-room; squealing excitedly like the children they resembled and dancing noisily around Susan's bed whenever Peter allowed them into the room. She worried they truly believed this was their home- forgetting already their real lives in favour of this dull, drab existence of dreary clothes and nightly shrieking, as overhead disgusting machines flew past-dropping explosives on nearby towns and cities. This wasn't home, this was hell.

By the fourth day she was terrified, Peter hadn't been in her room when she woke up and when he had entered, it was only to look at her silently- his face unreadable- before walking slowly back out again, his brow furrowed and his eyes troubled. Lucy had bounded in sometime during the early afternoon; Susan, had been sitting at the window- staring out over the unfamiliar land of rolling fields and small, winding paths- when she danced her way through the doorway and flung herself gracelessly into her sister's lap. Susan gasped as her sister threw herself around her midsection, sharply hitting the slowly swelling bump there as she wailed out complaints of Edmund being horrid. Susan had pushed her off, horrified as she felt the pain from the blow echo throughout her body. Mere moments later, as Lucy continued to moan and wail, she began to scream; a shrieking, agony filled sound of sheer terror. Her stomach felt as though it was being ripped in two; splitting and tearing from the inside out.

Lucy's own shrieks were drowned out and quickly silenced by the blood curdling screams being forced from her sister's throat. Terrified, she stumbled from the bed where Susan lay writing in agony, clutching her stomach and raced to find peter.