Once she'd finished with the computer, Sarah had done the most sensible thing she could think of upon finding herself suddenly in a different state, more lost than she'd ever been, even that time she'd decided to run away when she was eight. She'd found a quiet corner upstairs where she could see the lobby below, after all, she wouldn't want to miss Eric if he arrived in his sometimes unexpected fashion. Eric was on the way, that was all that mattered, she wouldn't have to figure everything out on her own, because he knew what was going on and unlike most adults she knew, he wouldn't try to leave her in the dark.
Of course, this carefully selected corner with its near-perfect sightline was moot, given as how she'd nodded off almost as soon as she'd curled up in the chair, her backpack as a pillow and her skateboard stashed under the chair itself. She didn't look any worse for wear, all in all, and looked like she could be any one of the local kids staying out of trouble and out of the rain. Apparently dimension-hopping was draining on a body.