izzyalienqueen | Room 406, evening

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Room 406, evening

After some ~~handwavey~~ lunch and searching around, Isabel and Wyatt had split up to cover more ground to see if they could find any answers about what had happened and about their scheduled wedding.

Eventually Isabel returned to her room and started to rummage through, trying to get a better sense of who she was. The thick scrapbook she found was more frustrating then helpful. It was filled with pictures of people, that was true. And Isabel was beyond grateful that she had included names and stories about what was going on in the pictures on the pages of the book. But even though she looked so happy in the pictures with Greg and Parker, Cedric, Jack and Bel, right now they meant nothing to her. She wasn't even going to think about the stories that went with the pictures. They made no sense. The book ended with pictures from graduation, which for some reason seemed to have an alien apocalypse theme.

There were a small handful of loose pictures with summer dates on them from the beach and what Isabel assumed was New York City. Unfortunately the only person Isabel recognized in those pictures was a girl named Dawn, and that was only because she'd been in another picture in the scrapbook labeled Meerkats Forever!

The was one thing she was sure of though. There were no pictures of Wyatt. Which meant they'd either had a whirlwind romance, or the whole wedding thing was a joke between friends. After the pleasant time they'd spent together that day, Isabel wasn't sure which she preferred.

The door was open as Isabel continued to page through the scrapbook.

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Wyatt had wandered around for a bit and finally came back to room 406. "Hi," he said, lingering in the doorway. He didn't want to just barge in.

"Hi yourself," Isabel smiled. She waved her hand to motion him in. "No lurking allowed. Come in. Did you find anything out?"

"Not much," Wyatt said, stepping into the room. "We're in some kind of school. This is the dorms. But they teach some freaky classes here."

"Yeah, I'm getting the impression," she agreed. "I kept a scrapbook. There are some really weird stories in there. Maybe it's not a school. Maybe we're all nuts and it's some sort of upscale asylum?"

"The walls aren't padded," Wyatt said. "And I haven't seen any nurses wandering the halls. But who knows?" He moved closer to Isabel. "Scrapbook?" he asked.

"Maybe the inmates are running the place?" After reading some of the stories in the scrapbook, it really wasn't that odd of an idea.

Isabel slid over to make room for him and held out the scrapbook. "As near as I can tell, I've been here about a year and a half."

"Bel? What kind of girly name is that?" Wyatt said, looking at the pictures and feeling a little jealous for no good reason.

"Maybe it's because he liked the lingerie?" she wondered, pointing at the picture of the dark haired guy in the red silk. "Although I'm still not sure about the whole body swap thing. I mean seriously, vampires and demons are not real."

"Take a look at this, though," Wyatt said, pulling out a notebook from his backpack and flipping it to the syllabus for the Fandom Invasions class. "Drunken squirrels? Jello dragons? What the hell?"

"Oh! Jello dragons! I have pictures!" Isabel flipped through the scrapbook till she found the page showing her and a blonde guy covered in jello. "But listen to what I wrote, As far as Fandom invasions go, this one was relatively harmless and lots of fun. Tasty to, when it was all over. God I love this place."

"It couldn't possibly be real could it?"

Wyatt scrached his head. "Maybe this is some sort of creative writing camp?" he said. "Any pictures of me in there?"

"We're the next generation of Hollywood writers?" she wondered.

Isabel frowned at the question because she hadn't seen a picture of Wyatt. "No," she admitted, bumping lightly against his shoulder. "But that doesn't mean anything."

"Who needs pictures when you have the real thing right here?" Wyatt said, managing a grin.

"Exactly," Isabel said sincerely. "Reality is much better then pictures." To prove her point, she closed the scrapbook and set it aside. "It's cuddly even."

Wyatt eased closer and put his arm around Isabel's shoulders. "Definitely something I can agree with," he said. "Think we met here at this school, camp, hospital, whatever?"

"I'd say so," she replied, resting her head against his shoulder. "It's not like Roswell and San Francisco are right next to each other."

"Feel like sticking around? I found take out menus for a bunch of places. We can order in some dinner and watch another movie."

"Sure," Wyatt said. "Even if I don't know how I am, I get the feeling I'm really comfortable around you. Which, if you're going to be my wife and all, is a pretty good thing."

"Back at you," Isabel agreed, reaching to poke his side. "I guess this means I won't be chasing you around with a rolling pin then. Unless you give me a good reason."

Wyatt put his hand over his heart. "I am loyal and true, I assure you, my lady," he said. "I would never give you such reason."

"You keep talking like that and we just might have to write our own vows," she smiled. "It's very sweet."

"What can I say, I'm a sweet guy," Wyatt said, leaning in for a kiss.

And that would be Isabel putting up a hand to stop him. "Wait! You can't!"

Wyatt blinked. "Why not?" he said, disappointed.

"Because I don't remember kissing you before," she explained. "So technically this is our first kiss. We have to do it right."

"Oh, right," Wyatt said, smile returning. "Good point."

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