A/N: In case you haven't noticed, or got confused (or whatever) italics (Like this) are almost always my thoughts. The only exceptions are if I use it to distinguish the title of a book or movie, or if I am trying to emphasis a word. Thanks!

Queen Su: Thanks again for your review! Yeah, I know the last chapter was way too short, but hopefully this chapter will make up for it a little bit!

Princess Lucy: Thank you so much for your review! I have no intention of turning her into a Mary-Sue *shudders at the thought* (Since she is suppose to be me anyway, and I definitely don't consider myself a 'Sue), so please tell me if it seems like she is leaning towards the 'Sue side.

I stared for the longest time, my eyes bulging out of their sockets.

They were all here, and this had to prove that I was really in Narnia!

All four stood not eight feet away, sharing confused glances and looking at me strangely. The younger girl (who I knew must have been Lucy) looked curious though confused, the younger boy (Edmund, I assumed) was looking at me like I was from an alien planet, the older girl (who I guessed was Susan) was looking wide-eyed and pale, and the older boy (I was sure he was Peter) was looking suspicious.

But how? It was all just a story, fiction! Invented by C.S. Lewis, a product of his superior imagination, nothing more than a fairytale...

It was the Peter who broke the silence.

"Who are you?"

I snapped back into reality. Whether I believed it or not, I was going to have to face the fact that I was truly in Narnia and, at the moment, couldn't get back home. I would have to go along with the Pevensies.

Not like that's anything to complain about! I thought, suddenly feeling quite happy.

But there was no way I could tell them my real name. It would contaminate the timeline! I thought, briefly thinking of one of my favorite TV shows. I bit my lip, thinking quickly.

"Are you alright?" It was Lucy who spoke now, and I realized that I hadn't answered Peter's question.

I quickly nodded, though in truth my toes were numb and my clothes had at least one layer of ice on them. "It's r-really cold!" I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself, trying to buy some time while I thought of a fake name.

Peter had already quickly disappeared back into a thick clump of trees a few feet away from the lamppost. He emerged with fuzzy looking winter coat and a pair of matching boots which he promptly stuffed into my arms.

I grinned, and quickly donned the coat and the boots. Warmth slowly crept back into my toes, and I breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you very much!" I said, rubbing my arms to get some feeling back into them.

Peter nodded in response, asking "How did you get here? Did you come through the wardrobe too?"

I shook my head. "Nooo... In fact, I'm not really sure how I got here. It just kind of... happened."

"You're American?" Susan asked slowly, obviously having noticed my accent.

"Yes, and I'm Floridian!" I exclaimed brightly. "And you guys are British?" I rolled my eyes at my small mistake, "I mean, English?"

Susan nodded, looking a little confused, and Peter stepped forward, taking on a diplomatic expression.

"Well, anyway, my name is Peter Pevensie, and these are my siblings: Susan, Lucy, and Edmund." He said, gesturing to them as he said their names.

"It's awesome to meet you all!" I said, and suddenly thought of my best friend back home – what she wouldn't give to be here right now! I sighed, almost feeling bad that I got here and she didn't, but I was too excited to be upset. I would just have to tell her about it when I got back.

Thinking about her also reminded me of a decent fake name that I could use. This is going to get interesting.

"My name is Eden Phillips, but you can..." I stopped myself, rethinking my idea for a moment. I was about to say "you can call me Ed" because that's what my best friend called me, but that would've been a little strange because I would have shared that nickname with Edmund Pevensie!

"You can call me Eden." I amended, deciding to leave off the nickname – for now anyways.

Lucy smiled and looked up at me. "We were about to go and visit my friend Mr. Tumnus. Would you like to come with us?"

I smiled back, getting more excited by the minute. "I would love to!" After all, I thought to myself, I don't exactly know how to get back home from here.

Peter glanced at Lucy. "Wait a moment, Lu, we don't even know her." He frowned at me, exclaiming. "For all we know, she could be a thief or a murderer!"

Susan rolled her eyes. "Come on, Peter, she looks my age. Do you really think she's going to try and kill us?"

Peter shrugged "How should I know? It's not as if any of this is normal!"

Susan sighed; she couldn't argue with that.

"Look," I started, holding my hands up in surrender, "I'm in the same boat as you are. Well, maybe not the exact same boat, but I don't know that much more about this place than you do. And I'm certainly not a killer – look at me!" I laughed, trying to imagine myself as an evil villain and failing magnificently. "Do I look like I possess the muscles or brain power to actually kill someone and get away with it?"

Well, maybe the brain power, I allowed myself.

Peter still didn't look quite convinced, but I could see that he was considering my argument.

He sighed. "I suppose you're right. And either way, it would be safer to keep you in our sights if you are dangerous."

Susan nodded her agreement and I glanced at Lucy and Edmund. Lucy had been watching the whole argument with wide eyes, looking like she wasn't quite sure what to think. But Edmund's furrowed eyebrows and dark glare plainly gave away what he thought – he would rather be shoved into a snow drift than have me come along.

"Well then, Lucy, I suppose we are all going to Mr. Tumnus's house." Peter exclaimed, "Lead the way!"

Lucy's face brightened immediately and she hiked off into the woods motioning for us to follow her, and calling back cheerfully "Come on, it's this way!"

We all followed closely behind and I fell into step beside Susan. Things aren't starting off exactly as I had hoped, I thought frowning, But I shouldn't let that get me down. I'm in Narnia, for goodness sake! This is my dream! Think of everyone I can tell when I get home, not that they'll believe me, but...

Then it finally hit me and I froze in my steps:

I couldn't get back home.

I had no idea how I got into Narnia, much less how to get back! It's not like I could just jump up into the sky and expect to arrive back on my front lawn, safe and sound!

I plopped down into the snow, shell-shocked for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

"Eden?"

Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy had all stopped, the latter one and former two looking at me oddly. Edmund only glared at the ground, as if he was trying to melt a hole through the ice.

I hardly noticed though, as the tight feeling of panic started rising in my stomach.

Lucy knelt down next to me. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

I immediately shook my head 'no', and then nodded 'yes', confusing myself and the Pevensies both at once.

"It's just that... I just realized that I have no clue how to get back home." I said, sympathizing with Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, something I'd never thought I would do.

Lucy glanced up at her eldest siblings who were looking mostly puzzled and slightly concerned.

"You don't know how to get home?" Peter asked slowly. I heaved a sigh.

"No." I said in a very small voice. All of the excitement I had felt had been replaced with anxiety.

"I don't suppose you can get back to America through the wardrobe?" Peter asked doubtfully.

I shook my head again, knowing that it would only lead back to the Professor's house.

Susan answered, saying what I was thinking. "Well, logically, it would only lead back to the Professor's house, and the Professor's house is in England, not America."

I decided to not even mention the whole "in a different time" thing.

"Well, maybe Mr. Tumnus or someone he knows will be able to help you." Lucy offered, ever hopeful.

I had already resigned myself to the fact that I would have to go on with them through the whole adventure and find help somewhere in Narnia, so I instantly accepted Lucy's offer.

"Okay. I guess that's the only option I have right now, anyway." I agreed.

Edmund scowled at me as Lucy and I got up. "Finally! I thought you were just going to sit there forever! You might as well have, that would have been better than coming with us-"

"Edmund!" Peter reprimanded him, sending him a hard glare. I had a feeling that if I weren't there, he would have said a lot more. Edmund seemed moody from the moment I first saw him, and I wondered what his problem was. I thought I remembered something from the book about a lady who gave him candy and invited him to her house... But, that doesn't make sense.

Peter looked at me apologetically as we resumed walking. Lucy started telling us all about Mr. Tumnus and his house and what kinds of things he had there and what fun we would have once we got there. For some reason, it cheered me immensely and I completely forgot the little panic attack I had earlier.

"... and there will be lots and lots of lovely food, and we'll have lots and lots of..." Lucy trailed off as Mr. Tumnus's house came into view.

The door was broken off the hinges, and even from where I stood I could see enough to know that someone had demolished the inside.

Mr. Tumnus either had a really crazy party last night, or something large with teeth and claws ripped apart his house.

I have to tell you, I really wanted to believe the former.

Ahh! Nothing is more refreshing than writing. This chapter wasn't very funny though, sorry! Although, I was thinking this story would probably get more serious, because it's kinda hard for it not to 'cause of everything that happens with the White Witch and Edmund and Aslan. I mean I don't think I would be laughing if I was really there in Narnia witnessing them fighting, and seeing Aslan getting killed. I do want to keep this semi-realistic. I suppose I'm not doing the best job of it so far though... *looks sheepish*

Anyway, I would of had this chapter up an hour or two sooner (A few hours doesn't make a whole lot of difference I suppose), but my computer messed up and I had to rewrite the last half. *frowns at the comp* "No, I haven't forgiven you yet, so don't bother asking."

Well, pretty please review and you will be awarded... Another chapter! ;D