Stiles drove his jeep over to Lydia's place. It came from his dreams, and he had no idea how it materialized in his drive way, but he wasn't going to question it, because hello. He had his own wheels now. He still had to figure out how to tell his dad, but he'd worry about that later.
He jogged up to the door and knocked. He felt a little awkward, but only a little. He felt like he knew Lydia even though he'd never met her this side of the dreams. In the dreams, he'd taken her to the winter formal. He'd been the one to find her after she'd disappeared from the hospital. Her dreams hadn't taken her that far yet, though, she'd try to refrain from mentioning it.
He shifted his weight from foot to foot as he waited for her to open the door and let him inside.