It was a couple hours before Elizabeth started to wake up, and she still felt a bit drugged at first. She drifted in and out for about a half hour still past that, before finally, sluggishly she opened her eyes and glanced around the room.
Unfamiliar room. Wait, she'd been in a clinic, or a hospital or something. Okay, no real surprise there. And... and an unfamiliar woman sewing something. For a brief second, Elizabeth thought it was her own mother, with the dark hair and the same facial structure and that tuneless little humming. She blinked, forcing her brain more awake before double-checking again. That one guy had said there was an alternate of Mom here, and Elizabeth was suddenly eager to see her mother, desperate for the assurance she knew only Trisha could provide.
But another look proved it wasn't her mother, it was someone who looked similar, but it wasn't her. She settled back down, uncertain what to do at first, then finally supposed finding out who her caretaker was might be a good idea. "Who're you?"