he looses lucy somewhere in the crowd. caspian turns to look for her, but he can't see her, so the only thing he can do is keep moving onwards. then he sees the gift shop, a thin glow of light from within, and three figures. he knows them all, and finds himself reaching for the gun in the back of his slacks.

"drop the gun," he says, and morgana feels the cold metal of the gun at the back of her neck and snarls a curse before obeying. she turns in a whirl of dark hair, her mouth dropping open in surprise as she recognizes him.

"caspian?" she bursts out, stark with surprise.

peter's moving to caspian's side. "do you know everyone?" he demands.

"who was in this level of society six years ago?" caspian says. "yes."

"my sisters," peter continues. "where are they? did they get out? do you know?"

"susan got out," caspian says. "she's got the --" he glances at arthur and morgana and amends, "the thing. lucy and i were together, but we got separated."

"caspian!" morgana exclaims. "what the hell do you think you're doing? where have you been, anyway?" she glares at him suspiciously, and caspian sighs.

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lucy shoves her way through the crowd, looking around a little frantically for peter. then someone grabs her arm.

"lucy!" corin says -- no, not corin, cor; cor has that scar by his eye.

she doesn't even stop to ask what he's doing here. "we have to find peter!" she shouts in his ear.

"corin and aravis," cor says vaguely, waving one hand, and no, no she really doesn't want to know, but peter will.