Without her siblings, Susan was lost, and empty shell. She worked, came home and slept. She did the same every day. She made no friends, or progress. She longed for the day she would die, to see them again.

It was a fairly lousy life, she had to admit, but what is the point of life? We live, reproduce and die. Only Susan's siblings didn't. They lived… and died. She would not, could not, believe. After turning your back to Narnia, it is difficult to turn around again. So to her mind, they were either in heaven or in hell. But Aslan's country – for that was where they were – was neither of these things. It was pure happiness.

Susan had nothing to do. She was given the job of a school secretary, and stuck to it. It wasn't until a year later when she started living again.

She was having a restless night, to say the least, and all her dreams were disturbed and troubled. She was running out of money – she could not afford the rent.

She dreamt of her brothers and sister. She dreamt of Aslan. She dreamt she was a golden bird and flew high, high up to the sky. She dreamt of her former glory, as Queen. She dreamt that her siblings took her and envelope of money and slipped it into her hand. When she awoke the next day it was still there.

The next night she heard her name being called, time and time again. Susan, Susan, Susan. She crept out of bed into the small backyard. There standing stark white against the black backdrop, was her sister. Or rather, a reflection of her sister.

"Lu?" she whispered, stumbling forward.

"Yes. We've got to be fast, Aslan only allowed me a short amount of time."

"Still playing these funny games?" asked Susan, laughing rather hysterically.

"No Su, not games. Reality. Believe, please."

"I'm dreaming so I'll humour you."

"You're not dreaming. If you believe, you can join us later. Do as I say. Please."

And for once, Susan Pevensie did.