When Damon went to bed a few nights ago, Stefan was 8. He wasn't older than he was. Stefan was the little brother by six years. This didn't make sense and yet he knew his brother. That was definitely Stefan, and the world had suddenly turned. He had a house and a car and credit cards, but here he was in a park with a young girl and his brother who was well over 10 years older than he should be right now. What the hell happened?
However, he wasn't having a bad day either. The girl, who was apparently in the same predicament, was holding his hand, and then there were bells. He knew an ice cream truck from miles away. He laughed when he heard the little voice next to him. She was like a little bird, cute with big brown eyes. There was the smallest idea that they knew each other, but maybe because Stefan gathered her too.
The big question was on him. Ice cream was calling. Was he too cool for ice cream, or did he want it all the same. Ice cream was winning. "I don't know what to get. I love those Spongebob pops, but maybe the ChocoTaco would be good."