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Back to where?

[Isabel looks up and stares at him like she's been caught. She wasn't even sure why she was bothering to try and hide it anymore. She'd only been there a few days and had met a couple different people who admitted some of the strangest confessions. Her origin was positively tame in comparison.]

This is going to sound crazy. It sounds crazy in my head but I honestly have no better explanation for what's happened. I don't exist here. I've checked everywhere I can think to check and there is no Isabel Evans. My brother either. I even called my mom and she doesn't know me. There's no record of Diane and Philip Evans ever adopting children. A week ago, I was in Washington state. Near Seattle I think. And it was 2003. There was an explosion and then... I was here. I opened my eyes and I was in the middle of New York City or a version of NYC that has no record I exist.

An explosion. [Sam said with only a hint of concern in his voice.] Is it possible you could have suffered some kind of brain injury from the explosion? Maybe something happened with your memory?

What? Like I bumped my head and came out crazy? I just made up my whole life? No. I know who I am. I just don't know where I am .

Not crazy. I didn't say crazy. But, bad things can happen when you hit your head. If you know who you are why wouldn't there be any kind of record of it?

If there's a way somewhere, there's usually a way back.

-There's always a way back, it's just not always easy to find.-

[The voice in your head comes from the ocelot in a low branch of a nearby tree. Angel generally doesn't talk to people in her feline form. But the empath is sensing something...off, about the girl. Agitation of course, but it feels like said agitation is coming from being....misplaced? Angel is also misplaced, but she did it on purpose. But lets just say you have a curious cat on your hands for simplicity.]

Look, if I were on the outside looking in I would think I'm just crazy too. It's a much easier explanation then I got blown into another dimension where I never-- [She stopped herself before she said crashed.] But I know things about people that are here, my parents. Intimate things learned over a lifetime and my mom didn't even know my name. My voice. Nothing. I know I wasn't her natural born child but she raised me from the time I was 6 years old. How can she not know me unless it wasn't her that raised me? Unless there is another Diane Evans somewhere that sounds just like that woman on phone with the exact same number.

In all of your craziness, have you run across another reality or dimension?

....What can you do?

[Isabel blinks and starts looking around, paranoid. That wasn't her voice in her head and for a brief moment she was worried that she was crazy.]

...I was a ghost and lived between my husband's head and a magic book for a year?

[She scrubs her face with her hands.] I don't know.

[Well, that certainly put things in perspective.] Do you know how to get to another dimension? Like a specific one?

[She considers that for a moment and shakes her head] I want to say Yes... because I think I should know that sort of thing. I used to pass between the stuff that layers reality... But. I don't think I do... not anymore.

There is no one that knows who you are?

[She tries to hide her disappointment.] It's okay. I didn't really think it was going to be that simple. I just... hoped.

I haven't been able to find anyone. I was in the newspapers twice back home and I couldn't even find those. Not a drivers license. No school records. [The only silver lining was that if she didn't exist she wouldn't be on the government's radar either.]

That's just...wow. So strange.

It's never simple. Not the important things.

But... I can look into it. I know what it's like to be a bit lost.

Yeah. [She takes a deep breath and climbs to her feet to pace.]

[Angel lashes her tail in annoyance briefly at the typical human response, then hops down onto a nearby bench and states at the woman pointedly.]

-It was me. The cat.-

I don't want to put you out. If you could just point in the right direction because right now I have no idea what to do.

[She stares for a good minute before actually replying.] Did you...? That... what? Fantastic Isabel. Maybe you did hit your head and go crazy. You're talking to a giant house pet.

It's not really a put-out. I'm... not doing anything more useful with my time, and I missed late enrolment for school so... [she shrugs]

I feel like I should know how to help you, and it bugs me that I don't.