Melissa genuinely couldn't figure out what part of being here was the weirdest. It probably all placed right there in the top ten list, though. She felt so far out of her element she didn't know if there was anything that could drag her back. The fact that her son and his friends, the ones that were here, knew what was going on was par for the course, though.
They always seemed to know and be ahead when it came to strange things going on. She didn't even want to know anything beyond that. But they were all here. There didn't seem to be a way home. She was injured, and her son had gone and picked her up....so she was at least in a better situation than she was earlier, she supposed.
Melissa sat on the bed, gingerly so, as she stared at her son. He looked so much heavier than the happy-go-lucky practically puppy-esque boy that he was so often. That alone tuned her in on the fact that something was up. "You might be one of the very few teenage boys comfortable with admitting your happy to have your mom around." She joked before leaning forward, brushing her fingers, as much as she could anyway, against his knee. "But for what it's worth I'm glad I'm here with you too, kiddo."
sitting back up, Melissa looked around, trying to figure out what other questions she had....which was easier said than done, considering how overwhelmed she was. "So, what else do I need to know?"