Anna had finally gotten other clothes, and while this might not have meant much to Jeremy it was important to her. The idea of an afterlife where she'd be wearing the same outfit she'd died in eternally was skin-crawlingly uncomfortable, and impossible to explain. It just seemed shallow--girls and their clothes. But it didn't matter, money was easy enough to get via compulsion. So she had new clothes, and in almost every other respect looked almost exactly the same as the last time Jeremy had seen her--a small, pale thing with tilted dark eyes and a mass of dark hair, hiding in layers of equally dark clothing and chunky rings.
She looked--uneasy, which as things went were pretty accurate; a smile kept threatening to lighten her face without making it. It was starting to get dark, and underneath the bluewhite glow of the street lamp she was leaning her tininess was deceptive, as Jeremy would be familiar with. Walking around after dark alone was just as stupid here as it had been in Mystic Falls, unless a person happened to already be with a vampire. If someone had told her earlier she'd be able to get back to Jeremy she wouldn't have believed it, and now that it was happening it just seemed--strange. Meeting her ex-boyfriend, when as far as things went for her they'd never broken up. In the limbo after death there had been no sense of time, it was as though things had always just happened and had been over for centuries. All she knew there was that she was alone. So here they were, and she was happy enough to see him that her chest felt like someone had turned screws in it, but at the same time--
Everything was, as stated, a mess. She managed a real smile that time and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Jeremy. Hi. How's--how are you? I mean besides the obvious thing."
The whole obvious hurled into an alternate universe thing.