Who: Stefan and Caroline What: Caroline 'welcome wagons' Stefan When: Today Where: Stefan's cell Warnings: Shouldn't be any
To say that Stefan was confused was a literal understatement. He had no idea how he ended up in this town that he realized was Everett, Washington. The last thing Stefan knew, he was driving to weight down what was left of Silas. Or was supposed to be what was left of Silas. He never made it. No, instead, Stefan drove through what he now understood was a portal and he couldn't stop. It was too late. He made it through but the SUV he was driving didn't.
Now as he sat on what was designated 'his bunk' in a jail that housed the displaced, he wondered how his life had come to this, but it was pretty easy. His life had pretty much taking a downward spiral the moment he went off with Klaus and he was still paying for it he felt. The mistakes that were made cost him a lot, mostly Elena. Stefan could still hear Elena talking to Damon and declaring her love to him and all Stefan could do was listen. He hated it. He wanted to her and he wanted to hate Damon. He couldn't. But he hated the situation and the events that led up to it, especially considering the fact that he went with Klaus to save his brother and this was how his brother repaid him. It was a shitty situation all around and he knew it would take time but Elena was a hard girl to get over and now he had no choice but to do it.
Besides, now he was in a zombie infested town, living in a prison with from what he saw by the second bunk a roommate that he would meet any time.
He didn't bother with the phone besides trying to call his brother and when that didn't work, he didn't mess with it. If he had, then he would have known that Caroline and Jeremy and Bonnie were here, but he didn't think they were. He didn't think that anyone he knew was here. It hadn't hit him yet. Because maybe this was just some elaborate dream. Or a spell. Or something. It couldn't be real. He didn't want to believe it was real.
Stefan did wash up a little before coming back to his cell and sitting on the bed. And that's where he was when he heard the footsteps into his room. His head rested in the palm of his hands, he quickly lifted it and looked over.
It was Caroline.
He just stared at her for a moment and stood up from the bed before walking over toward her. Was this real? Did this mean his brother was here?
"What are you doing here? What's going on? Is anyone else here?" He asked. He looked more concerned than anything. He just wanted to know that she was okay. Caroline was his best friend, the person he confided in. She knew nearly everything there was to know that he had chosen to share with her. She was somewhat of a sponsor, helping him to stay on the straight and narrow because for Stefan, it was an everyday struggle to not give in. He knew it would be hard here. He was surrounded by people, by blood, heartbeats. It would be a struggle for sure.