& “curiouser and curiouser!”

“They all think I’m crazy. You think I’m crazy too, right?”

“Seems like especially here the unusual things are most likely to be the possibility.” Lydia gave her a minute smile. Werewolves were one thing, but being sent to a place unknowingly or having people from other times come to this place was a whole other level. “Beacon Hills, California. But we are in neither, we’re in New York City.”

“Where did you get this?”

“You probably don’t even remember who I am.” 

“I don’t really think so” Isabelle turned around to watch the young girl. No, they weren’t in a dream, that was for sure but this girl looks like someone from a dream, she must to admit. It was odd, but a bit interesting at the same time “Why you are thinking that?”

“Well… it’s realitiy. Maybe you just traveled through space and ended here, happens to a lot of people before, even if it sounds weird.” Lydia smiled apologetic, shrugging. “I have no idea how I got here either. Where are you from originally?”

“ I suppose they can be, yea. “ He responded, rather confused by this entire conversation. What could dreams possibly have to do with where the heck they were? They’d know if the were dreaming, right? “ Ladies can wear pants, there’s nothing really strange about that.. I’ve seen plenty walking the roads in pants. “

“were they? fascinating. i figured no one learned about the greek gods unless they were a oddball in need of a history elective.” hecate paused, considering asking the girl if she knew who she was, but decided to hold off for the time being. “well dear, they’re called cars, and yes, i suppose the fashion trend is weird, but aren’t they always? people are all about legs and butt i believe, so tight pants are apparently a necessity.”

“you need to get out of here…” he turned his head, looking at the blonde. what is a girl doing here, late at night, in a dark alleyway? especially with a possible killer around. “just go back home, it’s dangerous out here…”

“exactly like the greek god. do you know the fellow?” she gave the girl a small grin, interested in the fact that she recognized the name. as far as hecate knew most of the greek gods had been forgotten, especially in a place like this. “well the accents and attitudes point me towards america, and i’ve seen quite a few signs saying new york city. i suppose it’s fair to say you haven’t been here before?”

“Skyscrapers? That’s a common thing for New York actually. The carriages are called cars and those are our phones.” Lydia held up her phone. “I don’t think it’s a dream, this is all actually real and happening. And to be fair, it’s totally normal. Everyone has weird dreams sometimes, it’s totally normal and you don’t need to worry because it happened to you ten years ago, okay?” She was a little confused, not exactly sure what the girl was talking about with the different realities.

Lydia had been on a walk with her dog. That was one of the good things about New York: She could go out every day and still find new places. She loved Beacon Hills, of course, but the new place was exciting. Lydia looked up from her dog as she heard the blonde talk to her. Tilting her head she frowned slightly. “A dream? No, not that I am aware of. Why are you wondering?”

hecate eyed the girl for a moment. she didn’t really like helping strangers, but this one looked rather young, and she couldn’t just leave her alone and confused. besides, the city had enough weird people as it was, she didn’t need someone wandering around thinking she was stuck in a dream. “well dear, i don’t know what you’re hallucinating, but i don’t typically dream unless hypnos is involved, so it’s highly doubtful.” 

Philip looked at the younger girl, confusion written all over his face. A dream? This wasn’t a dream, at least he didn’t think it was a dream. If it was, it certainly wasn’t his dream. If he was within a dream, he’d actually be dead - and the dead don’t dream. “ I don’t believe so, miss. “ He replied, looking down at her. “ Why would it be a dream? “