Opening his eyes, he was up and off the sofa. "Michael! Clai-" He cut himself off then, looking around. He wasn't in Morgansville and from the scene out the window, Shane wasn't even in Texas. "The fuck?" No, where the hell was he? Where was everyone? Why was he in some apartment when he should have been back home, in the Glass house, trying to pull his father off of Michael. No, Michael wasn't a vampire, you idiot, he was a ghost. He scratched the back of his head, his fingers moving through his dark, shaggy hair as he slumped a little, looking defeated.
This wasn't happening. Except ... yeah, it was.
Shane went through everything in his mind, even using his hands, gesturing as he counted the points on his fingers. Everything from Oliver, to that bitch Monica, to the crazy freak Miranda and the cop who wanted the book. He made the deal. Gave him the book. So what if it wasn't the 'actual' book. Didn't matter now because they were all protected. And they couldn't leave Morganville.
He paused his thinking, looking out the window, clearly seeing he wasn't in Morgansville. It was snowing outside. Morgansville was a sauna. "Great. I'm going to die by the oldest vampire alive. Check." He grumbled. "Michael! Where are you!?" Yes, he was worried about his best friend and the worry was in his voice, his features, everything. This was scary stuff.
Okay, breathe. He was going to figure this out. He walked into the bedroom and saw a tablet and narrowed his eyes, immediately going for it. He coughed a little as he sat down on the bed. He could smell the smoke on him and it was a reminder that no, he wasn't crazy and yes, what happened at home was real. Which meant Michael was in trouble.
And it was Shane's fault.
He made a face and then turned on the tablet.
It was a half an hour later that Shane was racing out of the apartment and down the steps because he wasn't taking chances with an elevator. He didn't want to get stuck or anything. Claire was here, in Salem - weirdly, which was where they were. And witches. Evil witches brought them from Morgansville. Still didn't get how that worked out, but whatever, it was something he would let Claire explain. In further detail. Over food. The cold made him want chili. But that wasn't surprising. He made it when it was burning up outside.
It took him awhile to find her house but once he did, he didn't hesitate to knock on the door. When the door opened, he suddenly had an armful of Claire and he didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer if that was even possible and he could hear her sniffle. "Like you could get rid of me that easily," he smiled a little and looked down at her.
She was young. He was a little over eighteen and she was sixteen. But couldn't tell her anything because she wasn't a kid and he - he was grateful for that. Because he didn't look at her like she was. She was Claire and she was a teenage badass that could take care of herself. Only if Shane was looking over her though. And of course, the others.
Who weren't here.
He pulled away and swallowed. "I know. I stink. And I'm freezing. I'm not dressed for the dead of winter." He smelled like smoke. And probably a cold sweat. He wasn't doing really well. "I'm starved. What'd you cook?" He asked, not one to hold back on what he wanted.