"It does."

He takes a final glance over the fields and meadows of this world, the real Narnia, the true Narnia, where snow-capped mountains lift from one horizon and an endless sea stretches across the other, then smiles at her, the breeze tugging at his hair. "So I suppose we ought to go there."

He walks forward with her, then reaches for the handle and opens the door to let her step through first.