Rubbing his eyes, Wyatt tried to make sense of this. Maybe he was still sleeping. Maybe he'd dreamed waking up to the alarm. She spoke but he just listened, staring. He realized that her eyes were the same ones he'd seen before. She had the same smile. She was alive. She hadn't died. And he was certain that had been her blood--certain as could be.
Reaching out, he touched his hand to her arm to feel if she were real. She was. How was that possible? As she introduced herself, he shook his head a little, "I thought you were dead." It wasn't the smartest thing in the world to say to someone. Especially her. He didn't think that she even knew who he was. He was sure she hadn't noticed him before. "I was--downtown. And there was all this.. blood." Wyatt became quiet while a couple of students passed them. Once they were gone, he looked back at her, keeping his voice low. "It was yours. There was so much that I--I don't understand. I thought.. how are you alive?"