Caspian stayed on his knees and cried for what seemed like ages. His eyes were not filled with the happiness he once felt for they were dull and lifeless. Jadis was put into a dark prison where she would rot for eternity, never to come out.

Back and the real world, Isabella struggled to begin a new life. She had no memories of how she got to London, but she quickly got the hang of things and was living in a two bedroom apartment with her 4 year old son, living pay check to pay check. She wondered if things would get better, or if her life she would be endlessly working.

Aslan watched from a mirror sadly as he thought up of every solution. Finally an idea cracked as he summoned Caspian.

"You called." He spoke hoarsely.

"I believe I can help you-"

"You can't help me." He spoke quietly as Aslan sighed.

"Well then I guess you don't want to go find your wife then... And your son"

"Wait what???? How??" Hope sprung in his eyes as he sat in front of the Great Lion.

"Through the mirror, it will take you to the real world where she lives. There you must find her and convince her that you are her husband and that she belongs in Narnia. Once she has her memories back, you can return home."

"How do I get her memories back?" He asked "it's sounds quite difficult."

"Remind her of who she was." Aslan spoke quietly. "Are you ready?"

Caspian nodded. He was ready to get his family back.