The old man slowly picked up the boxes and carried them to the storage room. He didn't pay any attention to the ancient artifacts which were on the shelves as if he had already seen them too many times to be excited. His melancholy demeanor followed him every step he took.

He didn't even pay any attention to the girl who was helping him move the boxes until one of them fell from her hands. Professor Pevensie shook his head and turned it to the scene of scattered books on the floor, "clumsy child."

"I'm sorry," she picked up the books which fell from the box. Frantically trying to gather them as fast as she could, she didn't notice how all the books didn't have titles on them. Such a strange concept, a book without a title on it. 

Professor Pevensie walked up to her knelt down, and started gathering the papers with her, "hasn't anyone taught you to not be so clumsy?" He said it more as a question than a statement. He wanted to be anywhere else but there, and so did she. 

"Geez, what do you have against me? You don't even know me." Her bad habit of talking back to older people emerged again, and she bit her tongue, instantly regretting it.

"I know about you. The new girl who always gets in trouble. Why, when I was your age I'd keep to myself." He growled at her again.

Angelina decided to not comment on that, he was just another old man who thought that she was a no good teenager out to destroy the world he once built. She didn't know him, not that he was a war veteran, or how many people he had lost in his life. All she knew was that he reminded her of someone, someone almost unreal.

After silently helping the professor with his boxes she took a look at his desk. There was a photograph on it, a photograph of four kids smiling. It looked old, Angelina would at least give It 60 years. She made her way to his desk and picked it up, examining the picture. The yellow haired boy who smiled softly with an authoritative look, the brown haired girl with the most beautiful face Angelina had ever seen, then a smaller girl with a huge grin and shorter hair. Next to the young girl was another boy with very dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. He didn't smile, only grinned a little bit.

"My siblings." The professor spoke softly from a distance.

Angelina looked at him, "which one is you?"

"The one behind the little girl, not smiling." She knew exactly who he was talking about. Of course, he was the sad child at the end of the photograph.

"Why aren't you smiling?" Angelina wanted to smile at the old professor, but for some reason it felt inappropriate.

"I never liked smiling when I was a child." He simply looked at her, his face cold and expressionless, as the man himself.

She put down the photograph and slowly made her way out of the room, "I'll be on my way."

"Good riddance." The professor managed to spit out.

For some strange reason he was sad and miserable and anyone who knew him could tell. Of course, Angelina figured that it was his age that made him seem like an unfriendly part of the society. She quickly shook the professor out of her thoughts and picked up her bag from the floor. These were after school hours and she was shocked that she managed to spend extra time at school.

As she walked down the path, the same angry professor bumped his way through to get to the gate quickly and go back home. A single paper fell from his huge stack and Angelina ran forward to pick it up. When she caught up with the papers she looked around for the professor who was nowhere in sight.

She shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows reading the title of the paper, "Narnia". Not thinking much of the title she stuffed the paper into her backpack to give it to the professor later. It crossed her mind to find out where he lived and give it back to him, but that would be the most rash thing to do. He wasn't in dire need of it, at least she didn't think so.

Angelina made her way down the road back to her home. She didn't want to go home, fearing that her mother would not be back and she'd have to spend her time with her mind which confused her. Her mind was thinking of places that she didn't understand, places that didn't exist in any reality she knew. Her mind couldn't grasp the idea of something that she knew completely, it kept blocking something and she felt frustrated with it, like it was playing tricks on her. Even though she wished her mother was there, Angelina was a bit thankful that she was gone. Her mother seemed cold lately. It was strange because she was usually a very warm and happy person. Finding instances in her reality that felt strange to her, Angelina was scared that she could be trapped somewhere. But, that was irrational thinking.

To get her mind off the events of the day, Angelina turned on her favorite song and made her self some tea for dinner. It was usual for her to do so, Angelina, however, was not a big fan of such meals. They weren't meals at all, but on lazy days one finds the best comfort in a good cup of tea and a book.

Angelina sat down on her bed with the tea and pulled the piece of paper out of her backpack. Looking it over she decided to read it no matter how short it was.

"Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. This story is about something that happened to them when they were sent away from London during the war because of the air-raids." She read.

The story seemed interesting to her, the names were familiar as well. Peter, she imagined him to be bold with blonde hair and a serious face. Susan had a gentler face, although a serious nonetheless. Edmund probably had dark brown hair and never listened to his siblings, however he had the heart of a lion and as much as he didn't want to admit, he cared about them deeply. Now, Lucy, was the gentlest kind of person you would meet, she was sweet in every way, yet very valiant. As Angelina started imagining the four children on the piece of paper, certain scenarios started coming to her mind, scenarios that seemed to be too real, almost seemed like memories. She fell asleep imagining what Narnia could be like, only to be woken up by the darn alarm again. Her dream seemed to be too fast this time, as if she didn't get to dream at all.

"Get up, time to go to school." Her mother walked into her room again and gave her the same cup with the same lemon flavored liquid.

She felt a sense of deja vu, as if this was happening all over again. Her life a boring roller coaster and she couldn't wait to get off. There had to be something more to this, this couldn't be just it. Angelina prayed that a part of Narnia which she read about was real, she planned to ask the professor about all of it.

Walking to the school she noticed the same people and the same remarks. This time however, a boy approached her as she walked up to the school. He had blonde hair, almost beached.

"You're the new girl right?" He asked in his British accent.

Angelina nodded.

"Wake up!" He screamed, and grabbed her arms. While he was doing so a group of boys his age ran up to him and pulled him away. They started laughing at him and calling him names, as much as Angelina wanted to do something about it, she didn't know what. The most logical thing would be talking to them civily, so she tapped one of them on the shoulder.

"What do you want?" He asked, eyeing her up and down.

What did she want? To stop them of course, so she naturally raised her hands as if using some power deep inside of her, but it didn't help. The boys just started laughing at her. They continued to do so until they stopped and she felt a shadow behind her.

"Why don't you kids find someone else to pick on until I tell the principal. Scram." She heard the voice of professor Pevensie.

Angelina didn't know whether she should turn around and thank him or slowly walk away. Then she finally remembered that she had something which belonged to him. "Professor," she ran after him.

"You're welcome." He turned away from her and started walking.

Angelina caught up with him, "professor wait. You dropped this yesterday." She extended the paper to him and he ran his eyes through the sentences.

"Did you read it?" He asked to her surprise.

"Yes, I did." Angelina confessed, "tell me more about Narnia."

"There is not much to tell, Narnia is a fragment of my imagination. I wrote about it. There you have it the entire story." He turned away from her emotionless, but this time she caught a spark in his eye.

"Who are the four children?" She called out after him, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"My dead siblings. They died during the war, so I decided to write about them." His answers were as emotionless as his face.

Suddenly it hit Angelina, she knew these people, she knew who they were. She met them. She didn't know where, but she knew that she knew them. "That's not right. I know them." She whispered.

The professor stopped, "you can't possibly know them, they died nearly sixty years ago."

His words didn't make sense, her memories didn't make sense. Her mind was playing tricks on her and she lost reality. Everything was shattering, it's like something was calling out to her, like her mind was trying to find a way out of somewhere. Her consciousness throwing her clues to get out of somewhere. Her head started spinning with every step she took until someone's hand pulled her back.

"Hello there," she heard the voice say, but closed her eyes from the pain her head was giving her.

Angelina shook her head, "hello?"

"Yes!" It sounded like an old man, the same man she met the day before, the one who grabbed her and told her to run. Suddenly, every person who was passing her looked at her and told her to run. She got scared, running away from the people that were slowly walking her way, until she saw the old man again. Thinking that he has to be important, she stopped and looked into his blue eyes, recognizing her own eyes in them.

"Hello?" He asked again, smiling, "do you hear me?"

She raised her eyebrows, "hear you? I can see you."

"Brilliant!" He explained, jumping up, "even better. Look, you have to wake up!"

Angelina shook her head in confusion, "wake up from what?"

The old man looked around, as if noticing something that wasn't supposed to be there. He grabbed her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Listen, everything you have experienced, everything you think is a dream is real. This is a dream, wake up, Angie!" He screamed, before running away.

No one had ever called her that except for her mother. No one even knew to call her that. It was the short version of her name and she didn't like many people using it. Her eyes widened and she looked around to see what scared the old man, "who are you!" She screamed after him as he disappeared into the fog like area behind the school.

"Your conscience!" He said to her, before disappearing completely. Angelina shook her head and closed her eyes, this couldn't be real.