The Pevensies were all having a splendid time on their vacation in Paris. The war was over, and the famous city had been returned to its former glory. Families were reunited and butter was put back on the table. Celebrations were still taking place all across the world. Loved ones were put to rest and remembered, but not mourned. Basically, life was better now than it had ever been before.

The four Pevensie children were spending a gorgeous morning out on the town. Currently, Peter was outside the coffee shop, flirting with some French girls who were passing. Or, rather, he was attempting to. His French wasn't the best, and the French girls caught on to it. They kept giggling at his clumsy attempts, which just urged him on.

Susan and Lucy sat inside the shop, drinking their coffee and commenting on their brother's foolish actions. Edmund, who had had more success, had just set up a date for that evening, and was rather pleased with himself. He was lounging in a chair with his feet up, whilst telling his sisters everything that his brother was doing wrong, not that the girls were listening.

Their mother was out touring with some friends, leaving the children, though they were hardly children, to do as they pleased. Whatever they pleased within the legal system, anyways. It was their first morning in the most famous city in the world, and they planned to enjoy it.

Eventually, Peter joined the rest of his family when the girls left. "Time for us to be going, I think," he commented.

"Going where? Do you have some important date?" Edmund asked innocently.

Susan stood up, "I agree. We've been here for an hour. At least we can find something fun."

"Yea, we can climb the Eiffel Tower," Edmund suggested enthusiastically.

Susan rolled her eyes and pointed out, "You don't climb the Eiffel Tower, you look at it."

Edmund began walking out of the coffee shop and said over his shoulder, "Then you can watch me climb it!"

The other three followed Edmund out into the street. This early in the morning, there weren't too many cars about, so they didn't have to worry about being hit. They began heading south, eventually finding something that caught their eyes: an old staircase beside the row of shops that wound up and away from the road.

"How odd!" Lucy said, walking over to the stone stairway.

"Wait, Lucy!" Susan yelled. But it was too late because her sister was already climbing up the stairs, curious as ever. The three siblings exchanged glances before chasing after her.

"Lu!" Peter called. The three of them began racing up the spiraling stairs, which went on for longer than they had expected. Their muscles were soon sore from the workout, but they kept going, all intent upon winning the race.

"Lucy! Ah!" Susan yelled.

"What . . . Shit!" Peter said as he came to the cliff where the girls were standing. He skidded, trying to stop, and almost succeeded, except Edmund pelted into his back at full speed, propelling them all over the ledge and to the ground below.

Their vision started spinning as they fell to their deaths . . . and landed on piles of soft leaves surrounded by lush greenery and trees, which were turning color for the fall.

Peter was the first to get his senses, "What . . . that must have been a forty foot drop." He looked up and saw the ledge they had all fallen off; it was maybe five feet above the ground, leaving the oldest sibling feeling confused. He turned to his brother, "And you! We would be dead if that had been forty feet!"

"Give it up, Pete. We aren't dead, and besides, how was I supposed to know that we would end up on a cliff?" He turned and indicated where they had fallen from, only to look confused upon seeing the five foot high rock. "Umm . . . was this some kind of brain teaser? Like when it looks like there's a puddle on the road, but there really isn't?"

"Don't be silly," Susan said as she stood up and brushed off her skirt. "The puddles are caused by a differentiation in layers of temperatures, leading the air to be of different densities and thus, refracting the light at different angles . . . ."

"Oh my God, Sue! We haven't even been in Paris for five minutes and you are already going all smart on us. We don't care!" Edmund interrupted her scientific tirade.

"I was just pointing out . . . ."

"Nuh, nuh, nuh," Edmund held up a hand, infuriating his sister. "Don't point, just help us figure out what just happened."

"Isn't it obvious?" They all turned to Lucy. "Why . . . we're in Narnia!"

Peter spoke first, "No, Lu . . . I don't think so. Susan and I aren't going back there, like Aslan said."

"Well, he's obviously changed his mind," Lucy argued.

"What a fickle lion," Edmund smirked.

"Let's just go back the way we came," Susan suggested, drawing looks from everyone.

"Yea . . . while that isn't much of a fall, I don't think we can all haul ourselves over a five-foot ledge," Peter said skeptically, pointedly looking at Lucy.

"We don't need to! I'm telling you we're in Narnia!"

"I'm going back," Susan stated before marching over to the rock and attempting to haul herself back up.

"We should go east, east is where we should go," Edmund said confidently.

"No, we have to go west, we have more chance of seeing the Eiffel Tower if we go west," Peter pointed out.

"No, we go this way!" Lucy began marching forward, surprising everyone there.

Susan eventually did pull herself up on top of the rock, "Ah! Here we are. The stairs, like I said. Coming gentlemen?" She took a step forward, and vanished.

"Su!" Edmund and Peter yelled at once, drawing Lucy back to where they stood, trying to climb onto the rock.

Peter pulled himself up, then gave Lucy a hand up and helped Edmund. The three looked for Susan, but there wasn't much place for her to go; the stairs lay before them and beside them was think plants that had gone long unattended.
"Maybe she went down the stairs?" Lucy suggested, stepping onto the first stair and vanishing in the same way her sister had a minute before. Peter and Edmund exchanged looks before they both ran onto the stair. Then, the whole world began to spin, and soon, they couldn't see anything.

Susan finally settled onto a patch of open meadow, the sun shining freely down on her and the air quiet. It was peaceful.

Lucy found herself surrounded by trees, all ancient and tall. The woods echoed with the calls of birds and the snapping of twigs where tiny paws trod on them.

Peter rolls over in the sand, the water lapping at his feet and the moist earth cooling to his stressed body. Around him, the roar of the water filled his ears and soothed him.

Edmund yelled as he was almost cut in half by a broadsword. A battle raged around him, in full swing. Most of the fighters were human, but some were Narnian. Edmund quickly found a safe place where he could figure out what was happening.