"I wonder that, too," Susan says. "There was little for me in London when I arrived here. Oh, I had my friends, and I had my life, and I liked both very much." Miriam, she thinks, suddenly; things had been so unresolved between them for months. She would have liked to at least say good-bye. "But I don't know if I ever would have remembered Narnia if I hadn't come here, and I don't know if I could have begun to start crawling out of the hole of grief I'd been caught inside without remembering." She is still a miserable woman, most days, but it feels more manageable, having been confronted with the knowledge of her own deepest denial. "I think perhaps the key to moving forward is to embrace the memory of what passed, so that you may set it aside on with purpose."