Caroline has already found the kitchen (and is still snacking on a granola bar after her conversation with Angel), so now she's wandering in an aimless stroll. Her mind is whirling and it was hard to focus on any one thing. Except just how bizarre this situation truly was.

It has been an exercise in discipline on her part to keep herself from having a complete meltdown, but it hovers on the horizon. Waiting.

The sound of her name, though said through a full mouth, is from a voice as familiar to her as Elena's. She immediately turns toward the dining room, inside the door and choking out Bonnie's name around her own mouthful of food before she wraps her arms around the witch. There's a half laugh, half sob from her as she can only hug her friend, a friend she just watched vanish only hours ago.