It won't matter to Lydia if Stiles is from a different Earth as he still seems to know who she is and there is comfort to be found in his presence. Sometimes it strikes her how much has changed between them over the last couple of years. There had been a time when she hardly acknowledged them but so much had changed since the supernatural crept into their lives. Now she looks to him more often than not, sometimes more than anyone else, and sometimes even when all she can do is roll her eyes at him.

Just like she does a little now when he reassures her that he hasn't died but only knows because others have told him about death working differently. "Good, keep it that way."

"Okay, then show me where to go next," she motions at him with an expectant look as though he is now her nominated tour guide but who else is she going to ask? "I'm going to need a place to stay too and then I can help you on trying to find a way home."