It was Erica. There was no doubt about it! He knew this place liked to bring in people who had just died or were about to die, but he never really thought it would do it to somebody that he actually knew. He glanced up at the sky as if to silently curse at the powers that be before his attention was fully on Erica.
"Err, you have your movies mixed up there," Stiles pointed out.
He couldn't stop staring at her. She really was here. Alive. Breathing. Being her typical sarcastic self. It was like nothing had happened to her, which made him quickly close the gap between them and pulled her in for a hug.
He didn't do it for long. He quickly pulled away, making sure to put a little bit of space back in between them. "Don't hit me for that."