When Edgar Pevensie picked up his phone on that fateful early morning, he never expected the doctor on the other end tell him that a dead relative of his was in the hospital. And out of all the dead relatives he could mention, the name Edmund stirred more confusion in his mind. If Edmund Pevensie was here, how did he get here? Did he know of a way to go back? Rushing to the hospital, Edgar didn't know what to expect. He wasn't even sure of what lie to come up with to explain this conundrum to the medical staff who definitely had questions.

"Mr. Pevensie," the doctor pulled down his glasses and extended his hand for Edgar to shake, "we do have questions." Of course they did.

"We pulled out his medical files and according to our data he was born in the 1930s," the doctor continued as they walked down the hospital corridor. Edgar was running possible scenarios through his head.

The doctor paused before opened the door to one of the rooms, "he is on a lot of morphine, it is the second time this tame he has tried to escape, unsuccessful attempts, but still, we are very worried." He opened the door and Edgar walked in. The same dark brown hair, pale face, and a pained expression he saw on the limited amounts of family photos his father had.

"That's my uncle-cousin, my cousin Edmund, he looks a lot like his grandfather-"

The doctor looked straight at him, "the grandfather who died at 19 years old?"

"Yes! A terrible out of wedlock scandal this little rascal is, I mean his father is," Edgar cleared his throat, he wasn't too good at lying, "may I talk to him?"

The doctor came closer to him and checked his vitals, "when he comes to yes. Feel free to stay in this room if you'd like, there is a vending machine down the hall if you get hungry, him waking up might take a while."

The second the doctor closed the door, Edgar sighed, grabbing onto his hair with both his hands. Biting his lip he turned around to look at Edmund who didn't move a muscle. What was he going to do? He had a dead relative from another realm suddenly materialize in front of him. Was it really Edmund? Pulling out his phone he debated dialing Angelina, since she definitely knew him better than he ever did, but he quickly put his phone down. Calling her was risky, she might cause unnecessary havoc, she'd want to get him out of the hospital. Edgar needed water, and a lot of it to think. He had ran all the way here without even getting breakfast.

Walking down to the vending machine he pulled a couple of coins from his pocket. Some water and a bag of chips sounded like enough. Walking back to the room he noticed the same doctor talking to some nurse.

"We'd have to call the police doctor, if this young man was attacked we have to report it," the nurse said and the doctor nodded his head, agreeing with her.

Great, now Edgar had even more problems on his shoulders. If he were to get Edmund out, they knew his name, they'd find him. Beating his head against the wall Edgar tried to think. He didn't know anyone else in London, except for Angelina. Suddenly it hit Edgar, he did have a distant and old relative living in Birmingham, only 102 miles away from London, he could take Edmund there.

Pulling the door opened he looked back to watch the doctor and the nurse, he didn't even notice how Edmund was a wake and curiously watching him.

"Agh-" Edgar yelped out and stopped in his tracks as he saw Edmund staring him down, "you're awake."

"And you are?" Edmund asked, searching his hands for any weapons.

Edgar tossed the chips to him, "I am here to get you a snack, you must be famished with all this terrible hospital food," he watched Edmund catch the bag and examine it.

Setting it aside he looked back up at him, "I don't think I'll be having this, but if you have some water over there," he pointed to it with his nose.

Edgar rolled his eyes, "of course," he'd have to find a way to get another one. Watching Edmund take a sip he sat down on the chair beside him and then instantly stood up, pacing around, "look there is no easy way to say this, but you're in danger and we have to get you out of here. Well, you're not in danger danger, but there is a complication I would rather avoid-"

"Am I going to have to fight them? Because I have to confess, I am not in the best shape," Edmund said.

Edgard turned to him, his arms crossed in front of him, "no, you won't have to fight them. Ugh, I guess there is no easy way to do this," he pulled out his phone, realizing that if he were to do this, he'd have to call for Angelina.

"Just sit tight, I'll figure something out," Edgar put the phone up to his ear, hearing the tones of a beep. Edmund was clearly eying the room for an escape, but he was on morphine and looked a little happier than Edgar expected.

When Angelina got the call from Edgar about getting some of his clothes from his house and bringing them to a hospital she was worried about him. He swore to her that it wasn't as bad as she thought and made her promise that she wouldn't react until they were out of the hospital. It would take her an hour to get there, but she quickly put on her shoes and threw on a hoodie sweater because it was going to get cold that afternoon.

"So-" Edmund paused, "this is the year 2017 and I am in London? I am technically dead, but I have to pretend to be my own grandchild?"

Edgar nodded, "that's about the gist of it, yes."

"And you are my great nephew? How in the world is all of this possible?" He asked.

Edgar didn't know how to explain, "time travel, magic, it could be a number of things? My personal favorite explanation for everything, it's destiny."

"All of that aside, I came here for a very important mission," Edmund pulled himself up on the bed a little bit, adjusting himself from his previous position. He had a stern look on his face, "I came here to find someone-" his features took on three emotions the next second, he went from shock, to confusion, to delight, "Angelina?"

Edgar turned around to see the girl walk into the room with a bag across one shoulder and a mouth open wide. She didn't say a word, but he could tell that her eyes were getting wet from tears, "Edmund?" She asked in disbelief.

Standing up and grabbed the bag from her shoulders Edgar said, "we need to get him out of here, no time for heart felt reunions."

"Right," a wave of adrenaline and shock hit her, "what do we do?"

Edgar pulled out the clothes from the backpack, "you go down to reception and distract the information desk nurses, I will go grab a wheelchair from the hallway and you," he threw the clothes to Edmund, "get dressed." Edgar quickly pulled out the plug of the IV machine.

"Wait!" Edmund called out after them as they were about to leave, "what the bloody hell is going on?"

"We will explain," Edgar pulled her out by the hand, "but not now."

They managed to make it to the train station without raising any suspicion yet. Edmund had a hard time walking and it was visible. He held onto his side as if he were to break. Hearing the noises of the train disoriented him, it had been a while since her heard them, turning around swiftly he looked around, lost. Feeling someone's hand snake into his, fingers interlocked, he looked down. Angelina didn't look up at him, she was just there, making sure he was okay. Wanting to say something, but not finding the words, Edmund bit his lip. Edgar approached them and said something, but he wasn't focused enough to understand what was going on. All he knew was that they were going to hop on the train. All the memories came flooding all at once. The way he sat near the window as a child, refusing to wave goodbye to his mother, watching his siblings sit across him as they were in that horrible accident that brought them back to Narnia. Edmund closed his eyes, his head hurt, his vision was blurry. The second they sat down in the passenger seats, his hand let go of hers and he grabbed onto his head. He felt someone pull him down and his head hit the soft thighs of the person next to him. Hands ran through his hair comfortingly, and he didn't feel as bad anymore.

"What happened?" he heard her whisper.

Edgar was close by, "when he was 19 he died, in a train accident, you didn't know?"

"No. I guess there are a number of things I didn't know," she replied.

Edgar stood up and looked around, "we have almost 2 hours on this train, I will go find the restaurant cart because I have had no breakfast or lunch."

Edmund came to 20 minutes after. He opened his eyes and noticed the colorful train cart. He knew he was on a train, he could feel it, but the way it was built was foreign to him. He felt someone breath in heavily above him and realized he was resting on their lap, turning his head around slightly he saw a focused Angelina, tapping away on her phone. A smile covered his face, at last, he had found her.

Noticing him stare, she looked down, caressing his smiling face, "how in the world did you ever get here?" She asked softly.

Edmund pulled himself up and sat across from her, "Aslan's light, or whatever was left of it," he breathed in heavily and pulled her into a hug, "it's been a very long week since you left, I thought I'd never find you-"

"Edmund," he heard her muffled voice, "it's been a year for me."

He pulled away eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger, "a year?"

"Yes." 

Pulling a way a bit he folded his arms, "I am sorry, I shouldn't have jumped at you like that, I haven't seen you in a week and you-"

"Haven't seen you in a damn year and I've missed you," she pulled his arms apart and pushed her body weight against him. He felt the cold of the train window behind him, but welcomed her warm contact.

He smiled, "well, I am glad you haven't forgotten about me."

"I almost did," she confessed, "even thought you were a dream, or at least that's what my therapist tried to convince me of."

"A therapist?" He asked.

"Long story, what matters is that you're here and we can find a way to go back to Narnia together," she answered.

Edmund wrapped his arms around her tighter, "right now I don't really care if we ever get back, I am just happy I found you."