“I can't see anything,” said Peter after he had stared his eyes sore. “Can you, Susan?”
“No, of course I can't,” snapped Susan. “Because there isn't anything to see. She's been dreaming. Do lie down and go to sleep, Lucy.”
“And I do hope,” said Lucy in a tremulous voice, “that you will all come with me. Because—because I'll have to go with him whether anyone else does or not.”