A little curve appeared on his face, as the memories flowed through his mind. The time seems to stop on every clock that he sees. Always the same time...

How he wish to continue this magical journey with his mates. With the dwarfs, with the fairies...With the centaurs and the goatees... Yelling out the Holy Turtle's disciples... Running wild with the music... Read and write the letters... Facing his deepest fears... Working together to fight against the Witch... Saving Azlan... Imagining... Feeling... Fulfilling....

He missed all the cheers and all the tears... The last lunch they had and the last game they played... but he knew that the time ticked on as he left... and he knew he had to move on to another place....

The curve began to slip away... Though his heart still warm... Because he knows that this magical Kingdom will need their aid once again... and they will reunite once again with new stories to share....

He kept this memory in the safest place to make sure he remembers how to get back to the magical land... to find his mates... to find Narnia...