Despite the fact that Lucy had spent most of her day thinking of her old friends, she honestly hadn't recognised Hannah. Probably because she'd been remembering them all as they'd been at fourteen. "I... Hannah?" Her smile was shy, overwhelmed by the coincidence of meeting one of the very people she'd been thinking about. Impulsively, she stepped forward and then stopped just short of pulling Hannah into a hug. "This is unreal..."
She looked at Hannah quietly for a long moment. She looked older, grown up, but still very much like Hannah. She shook her head. "Finnigan's." Again. Could Hannah have sent that journal? But she hadn't seemed to expect Lucy... Before she could ask, something else caught her attention. "Everyone?"