[And that's a weird thought. That their lives are a comic book or something, somewhere. If he thinks about it for too long, he's fairly sure his already pounding head might actually explode and make a mess over the bed and carpet.]

Good. That you've been okay. Not that it's not different from home. [That part doesn't thrill him right now. But he's talked with quite a few people already and for the most part they seem to be nice and friendly. He knows they won't all be.]

I'd ask why he'd do it on purpose, but I'm not sure I want to know. [Knowing someone's motives don't generally matter that much when it comes to the people they've dealt with. Or will deal with, in Scott's case. He's silent for a moment, chewing his lower lip. It's still so weird to be looking at a younger version of his best friend, but it's probably weird for Scott to be looking at an older version of Stiles, too.]

Okay, so not that different from home people-wise, ports and floods that sometimes suck, superheroes are real, everyone knows you're a werewolf. Anything else I should know about this place?