This is probably going to end up one of the most (if not the most) geeky Narnian fanfics. Yay for geekiness! Feel free to ask me about any of the science references here! And please, correct me if something is incorrect. There's a few subjects I only know the basic ideas of. And if you have an interesting ideas or funny jokes that could work, I'd love to hear them!

Thank you ResOmnesBeneFacere for suggesting using the Large Hadron Collider!

Within the past few weeks, everything I knew has changed. And by changed, I mean science was my everything and somehow, science no longer seems to be able to explain what the hell is going on. Part of me is intrigued, but I mostly want to return to a world where everything makes sense. Where it's easy for me to understand. Like doing rocket science. Or quantum mechanics. Ahh, to be doing some easy multivariable calculus would be a nice relief. Anything but this magic, relgiousy voodoo that is Narnia.

It all started when I was interning in Cern in Switzerland over the summer, working on the Large Hadron Collider. It was honestly a dream come true. If science is a religion, than the LHC is the tabernacle. Or the altar. I'm not really sure what either of those are. I've never had time to bother with religion. Not sure why I'm bothering with metaphors either. I'm clearly no poet. But I digress.

I knew I wasn't supposed to be handling the Large Hadron Collider by myself. But… I had been here for weeks and all they had me doing was boring algorithms on a computer and paperwork. I just had to get a closer look!

So I snuck out. All I wanted was to see it up close I swear! I didn't intend for anything bad to happen! You know, maybe knocking stuff over wasn't my fault. I mean, if you subscribe to the idea of determinism rather than free will. Then I couldn't really help any of this now could I?

But anyways, regardless of whether determinism meant that the conditions could cause no other event or whether I'm just ridiculously clumsy, I managed to knock over an entire shelf somehow, which then let of a chain reaction of assorted objects falling like dominos.

"What the hell?" a voice with a slight accent called, entering. I glanced and vaguely recognized the person as another intern. His eyes suddenly grew wide as he noticed something behind me. I spun a 180 and saw that something had hit the LHC! We both ran over which in retrospect was probably the most foolish move we could have made. It was activated and warming up.

I can't fully remember what happened. Which even though my brain may have intentionally suppressed those memories still bothers me. I mean, I have knowledge somewhere inside of me of an experience none but the other intern and me have experienced! But the next thing I remember is waking to find crystalline water ice precipitating on my face. Okay, I mean that it was snowing. But crystalline water ice sounds so much more interesting, doesn't it? No?... Well then…

"¿Qué pasó?" the other intern who was next to me groaned, rubbing his head.

"I… I don't know," I admitted, hating to admit there was something I didn't know. But there was absolutely no scientific explanation for such an occurrence. Although I suppose we have to assume that anything that can happen will happen, right? Except I wasn't entirely convinced that this was something that could happen…

"Huh… this is the first time I've ever seen snow," he commented.

"What?" I exclaimed. Although that was much easier to believe that anything else I had heard.

He shrugged. "It doesn't even really rain much where I live in California. So this is new to me. Anyways, I'm José. And you, chica?"

"I'm Ada. Named for Ada Lovelace," I said, shaking his hand.

"With being named after a woman like that, not surprising you'd be interning at Cern," he commented. "Let's go see if we can find anyone else here who can tell us where on Earth we are."

I'm fairly sure he had meant that statement figuratively, but it was rather ironic once we figured out we weren't from Earth. "Alright. I'm still having trouble accepting any of this."

"Alright… which way? And do you think we ought to walk quickly or slowly?" I mused.

"I dunno. The more I know about our momentum, the less I know about our position and vice versa," he joked.

"Ah, quantum physics. So beautiful. And so much less confusing than whatever this is," I said, picking a random direction and heading off.

After a little while, he suddenly said, "Does something seem strange about the trees?"

I glanced at the trees and said, "I'm not a botanist."

"Neither am I… and there honestly aren't even that many trees where I live. But still. Does something just feel… pues… off about them?"

"I don't deal in feelings," I pointed out. "If there's something off about them, then I want to see evidence."

His eyes suddenly widened as he said, "Does that tree literally moving count as evidence?"

"It's just the wind – holy cow!" I shouted. The roots of the tree were out of the ground as it waddled over to…chat?! … with another. "How… what?!"

We both stared in horrified awe for several minutes.

"Wait," I said, snapping my fingers. "I've figured it out."

"That there's something magical involved?" he said dubiously.

"Don't be ridiculous! Magic doesn't exist. It's clearly somehow we managed to end up in a different quantum universe. Y'know, like the multiverse theory? And in this one, somehow evolution patterns created…. that."

"It's…. possible," he mused. "I wonder what evolutionary track that would be. Do you think we should try to talk with them?"

"Let's go," I decided, my curiosity getting the best of me. And maybe if they dropped some twigs or something I could steal them to experiment on and try to understand this better.

But on the way, we heard more rustling in the trees.

"W-What do you think that is?" I said nervously.

"Dunno. In this… universe, anything," he said.

Suddenly, a half-goat, half-man creature sprung out of the woods. José and I screamed, not knowing what the hell was going on. The goaty man screamed too, as though terrified by us. Which I wasn't too surprised by since when I saw him I guessed that this may be a divergent path in this universe where these creatures evolved instead of humans. Although I had no clue what may have factored into that.

"A satyr. Or faun," José said incredulously as the creature hid from us in the trees.

"A what?" I frowned.

"From Greek and Roman mythology?" he prompted, but nothing came to mind. I never really cared for mythology much.

"But then how would people of our universe know of something that exists in a parallel universe?" I frowned.

"Dunno. Let's say hi," he said, walking forward. "Hello?"

When the satyr or faun or whatever didn't respond, José then tried, "¿Hola?"

He turned back to me with a shrug and said, "That's all the languages I know."

"I… I speak this language," the goatman/faun/satyr said hesitantly. "What… what are you?"

"We call ourselves humans," I supplied. I assumed that humans must not exist in this parallel world, so I was surprised to see him act terrified.

"Humans? In Narnia? Oh, dear. More of you?" he fretted.

"Um…"

"You've met other humans?"

"Well, I ahh, that is to say… We should speak elsewhere," he fretted. "Come to my house."

We exchanged glances. José shrugged, leaning in and whispering, "Two of us against him. And we'll catch hypothermia out here. I swear, it feels like its cold enough for the nitrogen in the air to turn liquid."

"You've seriously never experienced cold weather before have you?" I grumbled, knowing there was no way it was anywhere close to 77.2 Kelvin out here. But José had a point. Neither of us where dressed for snow, me in my "May the F = ma be with you" tank-top with short denim shorts and him in a T-shirt advertising some Chican activist group and jeans. "Let's go."

The faun motioned for us to follow him. Soon we came upon his rather cozy-looking home/cave thingie. It seemed a bit primitive, but at the same time the architecture seemed very cost-productive and well-built.

"My name is Tumnus," he introduced.

"José," José said, offering his hand.

"Ah, so you do the shake hands too?" he asked, shaking Josés hand in an odd manner. He then turned to me.

"Ada," I said, shaking his hand and trying to keep his hand from turning it into the same wild handshake he did with José.

While the faun went to prepare some tea, José picked up a book, "Is Man a Myth? What kind of book is that?"

"So… our mythology is their reality, and our reality is there mythology. There's only one explanation for this," I concluded.

"You actually made sense of this?" he asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Yeah. This is all a hallucination or something someone created with augmented reality," I said.

"Then augmented reality has progressed in leaps and bounds to make something this real. And why would anyone do that anyways?" he frowned.

"Tea?" Tumnus offered.

"Thanks," we both said.

"So, Narnia? What is it?"

The faun launched into an explanation of the country. He then hesitantly told us about a White Witch – which made José mutter "reverse racism much?" under his breath – and how there was a prophecy about humans defeating her.

"So, the world here is deterministic and we know details like that here?" I commented. The faun merely gave me a blank stare.

"Wait, so do humans exist here or not?" José interceded, giving me a look.

"Well… I… Just the other day, I met this young girl named Lucy," he said. He told us how he had met her and that she had three siblings, the number of children in the prophecy. I was rather relieved that no one was going to try to make me support a dictatorship of any sort.

"So… where is this Lucy now?" I asked dubiously. I highly doubted she was literally from another world. Maybe another galaxy and there was somehow a wormhole between where she lived and here? Sounded more like a sci-fi novel than actual reality.

"She returned to her own world. I- I can bring you there," he offered nervously. "We'll have to be furtive though. If the Witch should find out that there are more humans here!"

He didn't finish his thought but I got the idea. I was intrigued by the idea of a possible wormhole and nodded eagerly. José seemed more reluctant, but then he nodded too.

"Kinda wanted to help overthrow a tyrant and install a democratic republic here," he muttered. I rolled my eyes.

Soon we were at a lamppost. "She walked through that brush right there to return to her city of War Drobe in Spare Oom," he said.

I suddenly was perturbed. Those didn't sound like names of places in any country I've ever heard of. More like something a silly child might make up. Nonetheless, my curiosity got the best of me so I went to go through it, José right behind me. Soon branches turned to .. fur?

"What the hell?" I said. This made even less sense than anything else had so far. I racked my brain. Nope. No explanations came to mind. A nagging voice in the back of my head suggested magic. I shoved that voice aside, refusing to believe in magic one bit. But nothing about this suggested a wormhole or anything that might be a stretch in science.

Soon it was all coats and almost pitch black. I felt something hard in front of me and pushed through a … a door? And soon we were what looked like a perfectly normal spare room.

It felt weird that I was saying it now that we were out of fantasy land, but I couldn't help saying, "Impossible…"