Author's Note: Someone likes my story, yay! Anyway, here's the next chapter. Don't get used to the frequent updates though; the only reason why I'm able to write these chapters back to back is because I'm on Christmas Break. The few weeks I'm off won't last forever, though, especially during exams and finals.

By the way, I can't add another category, but there is spirituality throughout this story, just to let you know ahead of time.

Chapter Two

Lucy Pevensie

The next thing I remembered after fainting was being splashed by something both cold and wet. This, to me, is the worst way to wake up, so you can't entirely blame me for feeling more than a bit irritated when I opened my eyes. The little girl who claimed to be Lucy Pevensie was standing over me with a now empty glass of what had moments before held water. At least I hoped it was water and not something else, like my cream soda, or green tea that I loved to drink.

"Oh, you're awake! I'm so glad throwing cold water on you worked! I'd heard that's how you wake up fainted people!" Lucy exclaimed with a grin as she took my hand with the one that wasn't still holding the glass while I hoisted myself off my now wet bed, at least the end of it which got water spilled all over it. Lucy continued to chatter on about anything she could think of, which I didn't mind listening to as we walked into my living room. It wasn't until Lucy talked about how bored she was sitting in my house for three hours without anything to do that I became concerned.

"Wait, did you say that you've been here for three hours?" I gasped.

Lucy nodded, and then began chattering again, this time about how glad she was to see me even though I'd fainted and did I have anything to eat because she was hungry. I was about to fix her something, figuring that she hadn't eaten lunch, when I remembered a rule that all moral grown-ups must follow when around children who are not related to them. Always ask permission before giving a child who isn't yours food, or anything else for that matter.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Lucy. I could get into big trouble with your parents if they found out that a stranger fed you," I explained, imagining an angry mother or father calling the police with the accusation of kidnapping.

"My dad's fighting in the war, and Mum's in Finchley, working as a nurse."

"Where are you living, then, with your mom in Finchley?" I guessed, wondering if I could call Lucy's mother and tell her that her daughter had somehow ended up at my house. For some strange reason, I got the idea that this wouldn't be a very good idea, despite how logical and common sense this solution sounded.

"No, we went to live with the professor in the countryside because of the evacuation."

What evacuation, I wondered. I hadn't heard any evacuation, even in England, which was where Lucy sounded like she was from.

"What evacuation are you talking about, Lucy?" I asked slowly, beginning to feel slightly anxious.

"The evacuation from London because of the air raids, haven't you heard about World War 2?"

I stared in shock as I realized that Lucy Pevensie really was who she claimed to be. Glad that a chair was behind me, I sat down in it, letting the feeling of my surprised discovery wash over me. I'd read stories of time travel to other dimensions, but never expected them to actually happen, or if they did, that these forms of travel would be invented far into the future, not on September 2, 2012.

Was this like when the four Pevensie siblings entered Narnia except that instead they somehow came here, to my house, seventy three years into the future? If so, would they be able to get back to England in the 1940's, where they came from? Would they be stuck here with me having to take care of the four children for the rest of their lives, at least until they could make it on their own when they legally became adults.

"What's this? It looks like a theater screen but is much smaller," Lucy pointed to my small, flat screen TV as she asked about it.

"That's the TV, and you're right, it's a lot like a theater screen, but is different because it shows half an hour to an hour long stories with commercials in between. Are you sure that you won't be missed? Your brothers and sister must be looking for you and worried about you by now."

"We're playing hide and seek, they'll never find me here," Lucy grinned.

"Well, if you say so. Why don't we watch a movie together, then I can send you back to your own place?" I suggested, bending in front of my movie wrack, trying to pick a movie that would be appropriate for an elementary school girl.

"What's a movie?" Lucy asked from behind me as I grabbed my The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe DVD.

"A movie is like a film shown in cinemas, or theaters, but you can watch it over and over again as many times as you want to."

"Is that really possible?" Lucy gasped as I put the DVD I picked out into my DVD player.

"Of course it is, all kinds of machines have been invented since the 1940's," I replied, turning my TV on, picking up my remote, and settling myself on my couch, with Lucy sitting next to me.

As the movie advertisements started, Lucy watched the commercials with anticipated fascination while I commented how I'd seen all of those movies, and had The Little Mermaid if she ever wanted to watch it.

The moment the actual movie started, however, Lucy climbed into my lap, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears with her hands. Turning the sound down with my remote, I reminded Lucy that this was only a movie, not reality, and if it was too scary for her, we could always chose another one to watch. At Lucy's insistence that she'd be fine watching this one, I allowed the air raid scene to keep playing, but made sure to keep the sound turned down, in case if any other scenes scared her as much as this one was.

"She looks exactly like me!" Lucy exclaimed, watching the actress who played her in this movie with fascinated curiosity.

"I know, that's the first thing I noticed about you, well, one of the first things."

"What else did you notice about me?" Lucy asked as the evacuation from London scene played on the screen in front of us.

"Your name, especially; I've known your story since I was five years old, but saw this version of the movie when I was a teenager."

Lucy didn't have any more startling reactions for the remainder of watching the movie until Aslan's death. At seeing the great lion being stabbed to death, the real Lucy burst into tears. Feeling very awkward as I sat beside the little girl, I grabbed the box of Kleenex I had on the table next to me and handed it to her. At Lucy's questioning look while holding the box, I explained that the tissues were like handkerchiefs; the only difference was that they could be thrown away, while a handkerchief had to be washed if it got too dirty.

"Why did Aslan have to die?" Lucy asked, burying her face into my clothes, while I gently circled my arm around her shoulder.

"Oh, honey," I moaned, remembering how I reacted the same way when I was about her age once I figured out what Jesus did when he allowed himself to die on the cross.

"You'll see why in just a few minutes," I reassured Lucy as she dried her eyes with her own handkerchief.

Leaving the box of Kleenex where they were, we watched Aslan's Resurrection, and I was relieved to find Lucy breaking out into a grin as Aslan stepped into the sunlight, whole and seemingly unscathed.

Lucy didn't react violently or surprisingly to any of the other scenes, which I was relieved about. Making a mental note to be careful what movie to show to this sensitive child, I let the credits roll as I tried to figure out what to do with this child if the portal didn't work. The moment the movie was over, both of us walked toward the back of my closet, where the empty room at the other side was still there.

Hugging Lucy tightly, knowing that it was highly unlikely that I'd ever see this child again, at least in this lifetime, I prayed to God silently that Lucy would return home safely, then watched as she walked through the doorway between my world and hers, turned to wave and smile at me, then ran out of the room and down the hall. I waved back, smiling grimly, then shut the closet door, feeling blessed that I had the privilege of meeting Lucy Pevensie and planned to treasure that memory in my heart forever.