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When Blue Sargent walks through the doors to the guidance counselor's office, pamphlet in hand and Noah trailing behind her, the last thing she expects to see are buildings that clearly do not belong in Henrietta. She turns behind her to see the doors closed behind her and Noah nowhere to be found. Slowly, Blue turns in a circle and looks for the tell tale signs of her friend. A flicker of a body, items moving that shouldn't.

"Noah?" she calls out when her search comes up empty handed. She reaches for one of the doors, thinking that perhaps she left him behind in the high school. Or maybe he disappeared when her name had been called. She tries to open the door and frowns when it refuses to budge. Again, she shouts: "Noah!"

Nothing.

Suddenly, she wishes she had her pocket knife on her instead of this useless pamphlet to a college she probably can't afford anyway. Something useful. Though Blue is no stranger to the weird and the impossible, lately, she's preferred to be prepared. Mountain View High School isn't on a ley line. She's no where near Gabeswater. She can't think of a single rational explanation to this impossible place.

Chin up, gaze steeled, she takes a step forward into the city. She might be alone here in this unknown city but Blue refuses to be afraid. Unaware of the PDA in her pocket and the start of answers it holds, she takes another step forward. She refuses to be trapped here, to have disappeared like her father and now, more recently, like her mother. She has a life to get back to. Boys to get back to.

~~Gansey to get back to.~~

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He’s not alone in thinking that it sounds absurd. Chicken soup is a wonderful thing to consume when sick but it’s not the only food or drink. Tea helps, too. Water. If he has a flu like symptoms, something ginger would help him. And she’d insist on soap and water over sanitizer. But she doesn’t think Ronan will listen to any of that.

Blue rolls her eyes at the response. Overall, she remains patient. Arguing with him won’t get either of them anywhere. “You’ll need more than that. We’ll lock you in the apartment instead.”

Ronan won't listen to any of that, but he has been drinking and eating a surprising amount of ginger ale and chicken noodle soup, mostly because that's what Adam has been making. He snorts at her comment, something that would be more intimidating if he weren't so sick.

"Yeah, that's gonna work out well for you."

Even if he weren't so sick, Blue isn't the sort to get intimidated so easily. She knows Ronan well enough by now. He can be dangerous and vicious when pressed but Blue thinks that a lot of the time, his bark is worse than his bite. Her arms cross over her chest. The expression on Blue's face remains defiant.

"I believe it will."