"Well, at least you came home in one piece," Rachel says, but she's still more concerned than relieved. It wouldn't do any good to pick Lydia's brain about it -- she says she doesn't remember, and Rachel knows it'd drive her crazy, at least, if somebody were to harass her for answers she didn't have. "God, I'm really glad you're back, though. Seriously, Stiles was -- well, he didn't take it too well at first. And -- I'm glad to have you back, too."

She smiles, but she's a little apprehensive. She must've talked to Stiles when she'd gotten back, right? She doesn't know if Stiles has relayed any of the things Rachel's confided in him in the last week -- any of the details about her weird, scary, messed-up universe. She means to tell Lydia herself, of course, but somehow, the prospect still makes her uneasy.