In the night, you were sleeping in your bed, peacefully. But in the middle of the night, your sleep would have gotten interupted by a muffled noice of fists banging against wood.

As you stood up and started looking for the spot where the noice was comming from, you slowly aproached the right was as thr sound was getting more cleared. And as you opened the door of a room, the first thing you noticed was this large, beautiful woden wardrobe against the wall. And irs doors were opened.

You walked up silently, only to be met with Edmund onto his knees in the wardrobe, the jackets and coats inside the wardrobe threw and tossed out from it, scattered all over the floor. Edmund's fists against the wood of the back of the wardrobe, his head down as he could be heard sobbing, sniffling and whispering begs as he banged against the wood of the wardrobe, as if he was desperate...

"Come on... Let me come back...!" Edmund groaned out, his fists clenched as he used them to bang against the wardrobe's wood as tears streamed down his face.

"I beg you... Please..." He whispered, his forehead leaning against the wardrobe's wood as he sighed, swallowing back a lump in his throat.

After his third and last journey in Narnia with Lucy, Aslan had told him that it was the last time he would be comming to Narnia, as he "Had learnt everything he had to learn from this place." Were the words of Aslan. But Edmund, him, he wanted to go back to Narnia. He felt at home back in there... Way more home than in his own world where he was now.