The sound he made was like music to her ears. Sypha wasn't sure she could trust her eyes, considering what she'd heard of this place, but it didn't stop her from moving toward him. She hadn't called out, but reached, hands grasping at his arms. He was solid. He was real. He was there. "Trevor," she breathed. "I thought I would be stranded here in this strange place alone." She had made some friends, but it was different when they all came from unfamiliar places. They were pleasant and welcoming, but the turkeys was a very strange introduction.
The timeline thing was weird too. "What is the last thing you remember?" Maybe he'd come in a bit earlier than she and hadn't gotten to the disappointment that was Lindenfield. She could protect him from that, right? The words he'd said to her as they'd left still rang in her mind. They were living his life not hers. But this place was neither of their lives. There was so much to explain and she hadn't expected to have to so much as just learn to adapt.