"When I first walked through a door and ended up in a hallway here, I thought I'd nodded off at the library and all of this was," Susan pauses and makes a tiny grimace. "A grief-fueled manifestation of my unconscious, to envision traveling to a new world, when my family died in the middle of a fight where they kept insisting we'd traveled to Narnia, and I kept insisting it had just been childhood fancy. I do believe I must have made rather a fool of myself."