[ This whole thing was a disaster. An incredibly badly organized disaster at that, why didn't anyone want to talk about, you know, anything? The hospital staff was the shiftiest he'd ever seen and the locals seemed to either run away or tell him strange things, ranging from "if I give you this bag of coins, will you pray for our souls" to "our entire house is in your use, just remember us in a month's time!". None of it made any sense.

Of course, that only meant Stiles was all the more hell-bent on figuring out just why everyone had lost their minds. The pamphlets were disturbing, informative or downright stupid, but at least he thought he had a slightly better idea of this new nightmare...

... and when facing a nightmare, food was paramount. Hey, maybe he could actually put that bag of coins to good use. And because the only place selling food he'd remembered seeing was the cafeteria, that's where he goes, a sandwich and a cup of coffee in his hand and a few coins poorer at the end of it.

Until there's a hand waving at him and words and-- ]

That's your opening statement?

[ Seriously, Lydia, not even a "nice to see you here"?

Granted, he's the one dealing with the utter shock of seeing her by pretending they're still back home and this is the school cafe and she's asking about their upcoming history test, but, you know. Baby steps. ]

I mean, that crossed my mind, too, but how about a "hi Stiles, nice to see you in this weird time-travel city, let's look at these pamphlets about supernatural beings together"? [ His voice may sound a little panicked by the end of it all. This is the biggest mess they've got themselves into so far, and that's saying a lot. ]