The girl looked out the window at the little diner that sat atop the hill. Tall, green grass swayed in the breeze that came in from Cape Cod Bay and a lighthouse stood in the distance, standing watch over the picturesque scene that looked like something straight out of a Ghibli film.

"This where you want to be?" the taxi driver asked, annoyed.

The girl swallowed and nodded. "Yes, thank you."

She paid the driver and got out of the taxi. The taxi sped away behind her, leaving her alone atop the green hill. She had no luggage, no ID… who would even believe her?

She didn't have a choice. She was doing this for him. She steeled her nerves and marched through the door.

The bell tinkled cheerfully as the door opened to the Green Hill Diner. Jim looked up and smiled at the girl that had walked in. "Hello and welcome. What can I get you?"

He paused. "Miss?"

The girl was staring at him like she'd seen a ghost.

"Griff?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Did I get the wrong place? Or the wrong time…"

Jim sighed heavily and set down the glass that he was drying. "No, you're in the right place and now's as good a time as any. What did he do this time?" He looked up at the girl. "He in trouble?"

"N-no," the girl stammered. "I- I'm actually looking for Jim Callenreese."

"That's me."

"Oh." The girl stared at him. "Wow. You look just like him."

"Uh, thanks?" Jim said. "Though I think it's probably that he looks like me. Or will some day, when he's older. What's this about?"

"I'm here-" the girl began and then suddenly all the courage seemed to drain out of her. "I'm here to save your son," she squeaked.

"Griff?" Jim stood. "What happened?"

"No. Well, yes," the girl answered. "I'm here for both of them. And it's not what has happened, it's what will happen."

The sun was beginning to set by the time the girl had finished her story. Jim's face had rarely lifted from a scowl the whole time.

"Why should I believe you?" he snapped.

"Because I have no reason to lie," the girl answered meekly. She had one chance and she was blowing it.

"No, you've got some ulterior motive," Jim growled. "What is it you want? Money? Blackmail?"

"What ulterior motive would I have for making a man a good father?"

It was the wrong thing to say. The girl flinched back as Jim overturned the table in a fit of anger. He grabbed the girl and slammed her against the wall.

"What do you care about me and if I'm a good father?" Jim roared.

The girl snarled, sudden anger replacing her fear. "I don't give a good god damn about you, Jim Callenreese." She shoved him back, hard, and he stumbled back and fell to the ground in surprise. "You are cruel and heartless and you won't think of anyone but yourself until it's too late."

Jim looked up, stunned, as the girl stood over him, a fire blazing in her eyes unlike any he'd ever seen.

"I am not here for you," she growled. "I'm here for Ash. For Griffin."

"Bullshit," Jim said, but his confidence was shaking.

"Have you been listening to a word I've said?" the girl seethed. "I know you're an asshole but no one's that heartless. I've staked everything on the hope that you're not that heartless."

Jim looked away, anger and embarrassment battling in his face.

"You can be a good father, Jim," the girl said quietly, her expression suddenly softened as she knelt beside him. "No matter what the story says. And those boys need you."

She looked at him, her eyes shining with tears. "Please… your boys need you."

A wind had begun to pick up outside. It smelled like ink and paper.

"But… what do I do?" Jim asked, his eyes wide.

"I don't know," the girl answered. "It's never been written before."

She looked down at him and smiled kindly. "But you can start with being a good father. Be there for them when they need you. And maybe we can change destiny."

The girl shuddered suddenly and the pages of reality began to tear around her before knitting back together… as if she didn't belong in this world.

Jim stood slowly, his eyes wide as he watched her.

She looked down at her hands. They seemed to ripple and fade, coming in and out of focus like text on a page.

"I hope it's enough," she whispered. "But even if it's not, at least we'll know we tried, right?"

She seemed to be reassuring herself more than him.

"I-I'll try," Jim said.

The girl looked up at him and her lip quavered. "Thank you."

She smiled and rubbed away her tears. "I have to go now."

"Stay," Jim said.

The girl smiled. "I wish I could. You have no idea how much I wish I could."

She turned toward the door and froze. Jade green eyes looked up at her curiously. The young boy was covered in scrapes and stains like he had been rolling down a hill, sticks and mud poking out of his blond hair. Griff stood in front of him protectively, only a teenager, his little brother holding on to his hand.

The girl nearly wept when she saw them.

The wind was picking up now, howling fiercely as if searching for an intruder that didn't belong there. The girl looked at them with a strange sadness and hope in her eyes.

"Things will be different," she whispered.

There was a quiet shudder like an earthquake and Aslan cried out and clung to Griffin as the ground rippled beneath them like pages turning in a book. Then it stopped and when they had looked up, the girl had gone.

If only she had known how it would change the story. Would she have done something different? Would she have gone back at all?