Lydia hadn't even considered that... and given what she had just experienced herself, she's not even sure if that's what's going on.

Frowning, she reaches for Rachel's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She wished Allison was here. Allison had been the fighter, the one that didn't sit down through everything. Lydia just let herself be pushed into corners and she knew that. Knowing the truth, knowing what Stiles told her, it's easier to think that Allison would know what to do here.

"That week... the week I was gone, I dreamt that I was back home, but it -- it felt real. It felt like I was there and I swear it wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream and I didn't miss anything. It was like the world had just waited for me to return."

She looks at Rachel, trying to see if the suggestion could take hold, "So, maybe that's how it is for you. Maybe they aren't alone, maybe they're just waiting for you to come back so they can fight again."