She scratched with her nails the glass, with bright eyes. How she desired to go outside and tell one of her stories, fly and get asleep over some star.

But she was trapped.

Her dad snored in one of the rooms across the corridor, mama was long asleep and darkness had refused to talk to her, laughing through the window. Ignoring her pleadings.

Tears flooded her face then, when she realised that, just like Aslan, she would never be totally free: that, despite what anyone promised, no one would come and save her.