"I guess working at my parent's cafe helps me not feel as weird about it, but you're right." She nodded. "It's like, sometimes you find yourself looking around for the person in charge and you realize there really isn't and you can do things here that you wouldn't normally." At least that was how Liz felt.

She led them into the kitchen. The chef that worked at the hotel was there, but, like always, seemed to ignore them. Liz began to search the cupboards as if maybe someone put it away there for some reason.

That was a good question.

"Um... maybe after a month and a half? Maybe two?" Maybe when she kissed Peter in January. "My life is, um... well, it's kind of weird back home so this place wasn't, like, a complete surprise, I guess."

She stopped what she was doing and looked over at Brad. She felt so bad for him. While she missed her family and friends, she hadn't left at a moment where one of the was in trouble - at least not that she knew of - and she had people here who helped her too. To his question, though, she paused.

"Well.... I'm from Roswell, New Mexico." She paused again. "So... I maybe, kind of... know some aliens?" She wasn't sure he'd buy that, even if she had managed to say it more confidently than she had.

"1947, actually, and... yeah. It's kind of complicated, but the pods they were in didn't open until later." It was even more complicated than that, but she thought maybe the revelations of aliens was enough. "So, yeah. I'm kind of used to the weird here.. even though I was never in another reality before here, it still sort of... made sense, I guess?" Plus when your boyfriend comes from the future, married, and then disappears things get easier to believe.

"And this place is like home, sort of." She paused. "It's, um. It's 2000 for me back home."

"Yeah, I know, it's weird, right?" She meant about her being from the past. Most people her age gave the same sort of response when she told them.

"It's kind of cool." She nodded. "Sometimes it's a little scary, but they're my friends and they're just like any other teenager... just, you know, with some extra powers." She gave a bit of a shrug, the offered a smile.

"What's home like for you?"

"Someone else is from Toronto here... Bo. And I think Dyson too." Since they came from the same world and knew each other, Liz could only guess though. "Roswell's a small place, too... but, you know, I didn't realize there were aliens until last year and.. I kind of miss normal sometimes."

Liz nodded. "I know." She definitely did. "It's, um. It's gotten better since I got here. There are more people our age around, which is nice. Sometimes we do things." Sometimes Liz organized things because she had this sense of need to form friendships like she did back home. She wasn't sure how well it was working.

"We had a beach party... I'm thinking of organizing something else, but I don't really know what." She looked at him. "What do they do for fun in Sudbury?"

She could probably throw an equivalent of a house party here, though she wondered with the group they had if anyone would be interested, especially if it was like the kind Kyle often went to back home which was all about dancing and drinking. Miguel was too young, Mack probably too, and she was never drinking again after the episode she had last month. She didn't think Peter cared one way or the other for alcohol either. In fact, she couldn't quite picture any of them at a house party. But maybe she could do something with the video games in the library and music in the conference room. Her wheels were already turning.

"Same thing for Roswell." She smiled a little. "Most of the time we just hang out at my parent's diner. Super lame, right?"

"Yeah." She smiled. "And now I work at the restaurant here as a server." Liz looked a little sheepish. At least she didn't have to wear her uniform? Though Peter liked the uniform, she knew that.

"Have you, um.... how's your room?"

"My room?" She thought about it for a minute. "I think it's supposed to be for like, a couple on a honeymoon or something." She definitely got the 'romantic' vibe from it. "But it's not super bright or over the top, which is nice." And she wasn't blinded when she woke up every morning.

She sighed as she closed the last cupboard. "I don't think it's in here..."