And with that comment, Helen gives him a rather harsh slap across the face. “Get your shit together, now. You’re looking pathetic.”

“Exactly, he’s twenty-seven and acting like a experimental teen on drugs.”

“Then we get him medication.”

“If you can convince him to go to therapy, then yes. I’ll consider that suggestion.”

“/Oh/“ She stands up. “I’d show me some more respect, child. Because you are the topic of discussion lately.”

“Someone take the whiskey from him, before he hurts himself.” Facepalm.

“You want to look after him? Okay.” Points over to her son, with a cup of tea. “Tell me Diane, what is he drinking?”

“You may not care, but the baby that will be growing inside you may care.” Ha. Gotcha.

“Then do something about it. After all, you care for him.”

“Go back to sleep , Ed. It’s just drama with Peter and Lucy, nothing to worry about.”

“Do you not realise how old you are? Or did the drugs help slip your mind from that topic? You /are/ my concern.”

“Oh, so you’re hoping he’s going to lay there and think ‘I’ve had enough’. Is that your theory? Or do you think he’s going to keep drinking until he can’t even remember who he is?”

Oh. She’s here and just in time apparently. “What’s going on?”

“The next person to mention Narnia, gets sent away. I don’t care if it’s the future king, I’ll send you away,because I am sick of it!”

“So, not only am I sending you away for going out of your mind, Peter. I’m sending you away to protect the throne, you can’t marry her and that’s final.” She’s already telling the guards to take him away. “This time, Susan won’t change my mind.”

“And it’s Edmunds job to explain everything to the press, including the girl that’s hiding out in our house. And I don’t just mean Diane.”

“Is she royalty? Because isn’t that why we are so against Diane?”

“Edmund, sweetie. As much as I believe she is nice, she can’t stay here.”

“I’m laying down rules! No more people in the house, no lies, no secret marriages. And no visiting Peter while he’s actually getting help. Do I make myself clear?”

“The baby? That’s your responsibility, not mine.”