Narnia is not in any wardrobe or painting Susan ever checks; it's not to be found in a pair of rings, recovered from the Crash, or the Wood between Worlds with it's dried up hollows of earth.

It's not in any bottle, any sermon, any book, or any secret out-of-the-way place she can think of.

So, it's a surprise when she finds it the hand of a kind lover, an eager ear to hear her woes, and in the gentle grace of a kiss that leads her to make peace with half forgotten memories of a childhood game that was not--in truth--ever just a game.

Susan finds her way back to paradise only when she opens her heart to it.