In another time and another place, Susan died in a train crash. She had leaned forward to show her nails to the girl sitting opposite her, and then there was a jolt --
-- and then there was an orchard and long robes and a King of Narnia and two children to explain things to.
"At least the others weren't there," she said to Aslan.
He walked beside her in silence for a while, golden and beautiful.
"I'm sorry. They won't miss me too much, will they?"
"Daughter of Eve," he said, "I only ever tell anyone their own story."
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