His name was Caspian. When I met him in Narnia he was a very old man, and we had to go on a quest to find his long-lost son. He'd died by the time we got back, but then I met his ghost, and he and Scrubb got to say good-bye properly. Scrubb's my best friend. In case you're wondering why I'm always talking about him.
Really? Maybe one of the Friends of Narnia will write them. That's what we call ourselves, those of us that have been there.