I dreamed about you
last night
you were not quite you
but I was not quite me
so
it was okay;
other things were different
a strip mall
where the church hall
should be.
You did things
you've never shown an inclination to do
in real life.
But in this dream,
I didn't mind
too much.
The only thing that confuses me
is why I dreamed about you?
I thought I was over you?
at least mostly?
I haven't dreamed in months,

At that moment when the Stone Tables cracked, something strange happened to me. It seemed like at that moment, my brain became empty. Not the dumb kind of emptiness, but the memory kind of emptiness you would sometimes encounter. I forgot almost everything that had occurred in the past—our world, how I came here, my family, but most importantly, I forgot what Aslan had told me—I forgot the very reason why I was brought into Narnia!

   He paced in the tower, high up and far away from infection of any kind.