It wasn't long before Anne drifted off herself. The scent of the sea, his warmth beneath the chill of his skin, the rhythm of his breathing all combined to lull Anne slowly to sleep.

But when the twitching began, when Caspian began gasping and twisting, as if thrown into turmoil, Anne awoke immediately. Ignoring his wounds, fearing for his mind now, Anne gripped Caspian's shoulders and shook him.

"Caspian? Caspian!!" She called to him, worry gripping her tone. "Wake up, wake up! It's only a dream!"