"We do. I don't keep it in stock usually, because caffeine conflicts with some of my medication, but I can grab some. Got a favorite kind of roast?"

"Ohmygod my medications -" 

She visibly panics for a moment, before taking a deep breath and clenching her hands tight for a minute.

Then she pauses, and frowns deeply. "I... don't actually know what medications I'm on. If I was sixteen at some point I might still have an implant in me somewhere, which will be good for about three years of whatever hormone therapies I was on from whenever it was implanted, but I don't know if I still have it or not and I feel dubious about the possibility. I wasn't taking any focus medication I think? Carrying ellecol seems to indicate nothing else in that department. But I might have been on an anti-psychotic - schizophrenia is common for my kind of human, though usually it comes in later in life - and that's a real scary possibility. If I could just remember what I was on -" 

And then she flinches hard as a sudden, stabbing feeling of DO NOT goes through her, accompanied by pain - 

"Ow ow ow ow ow I think something just tried to happen and it didn't go well -" 

Sable glances over briefly, sharply, struck by sudden concern. "Coffee shopping can wait, we're getting you home."

She offers a hand to squeeze and keeps driving.

"Do you need me to pull over for a second and check on you, or do you think you can make it the rest of the way home? What kind of pain was it?"

She squeezes Sable's hand back firmly. "Sudden stabbing headache and a feeling of imminent doom. I think it was because I tried to - remember something from my future - oh, looking that way still feels real not good -" 

Audrey does her best to tune back into the stereo and forget the question for the moment.

"I think I'll be okay as long as I - don't look that direction -" 

"Yeah let's just enjoy the music for now," she replies with another hand squeeze.

Okay that's fucky. That's really fucky. 

It's related to her missing memories.

It happens when she tries to explore them, and includes a feeling of impending doom. Outcome sense? Just weird psych phenomena? She doesn't know. 

She isn't sure she trusts Earth's medical systems to know what to do with an otherworldly human.

Get home first, troubleshoot more later.

She keeps driving.

Audrey does her best to focus on the music, and slowly the headache eases and the sense of doom retreats. 

"It's fading a little as I stay focused elsewhere. Let's just get home, yeah."

Sable is concerned.

She keeps driving.

It's only ten more minutes or so.

Soon enough she parks.

"I'll get the clothes after we've got you settled in."

She comes around to Audrey's side and offers her a hand.

Audrey gets up, and out of the car, and takes a deep breath. The sense of doom has vanished. She looks again just in case -

And suddenly she is on the other side of the car entirely, just past Sable, and about a head taller and much more filled out. She looks about twenty, now.  She stumbles, almost falls, and steadies herself against the car's hood. She looks at Sable and her eyebrows shoot up.  "Sable? What just happened, where am I, why are you so young -"

"- Wait, hold on a second. I was... I know you, you're not that Sable you're... another...?  And this is... San... San fra... something...?" Her tone is uncertain, as if trying to call to mind a memory that wants to escape. 

And then Lillian leaps forwards and takes the reins. "- we had better get inside before anyone sees us like this."

"Holy shit. That really just happened."

"Right, c'mon, follow me."

She hustles up the steps to the door and opens it.

Lillian quickly ducks inside and around a corner so she can't be seen from the street, and takes off her shoes at the bench there. The same shoes she was wearing just ten minutes ago, now sized perfectly to fit her adult feet. 

"Okay," she says once Sable closes the door behind her. "You feel safe but the last twenty-four hours feel vague and hazy. I was... at the DMV... getting a new license done..." 

She goes for the dining room, off like a shot. 

She finds her purse on the table, where she left it this morning. Turning it out onto the table (why does that feel familiar) she goes for the wallet and turns out her license onto the table. 

"There," she says, pointing at the card. "There I am. Captured in a moment. And - here I am -" 

She sways and presses the heel of her hand to her forehead. "... dissociation," she says. And she sits down heavily in one of the table's chairs, still staring at her license.

Sable sits down across from her and offers a hand. "I'm here. Let me know when you're ready to talk through what's been happening, okay?"

"Okay. Okay." Lillian takes Sable's hand and squeezes it hard, her grip much stronger now that she's older by eight years.

"Let me try to... sort through this..." 

"I remember that... I was at the DMV... and had just gotten my license. And I was thinking to myself... that it was a shame that I had to be twenty and out of the funnest part of my life. And I - cast my mind back to when I was twelve... and then..." She presses her hand to her forehead. "Then there was - this tearing sensation - and a pounding headache - and -" 

"And then I think there's some lost time there, but the next thing I remember is... being here. On the street outside, except - my auntie sable was there - but it was you - and I wasn't on Terra -" 

"... I'm still missing everything from before I came out of the DMV," she reports after a second's thought. "I can... I vaguely recall being twelve before I was at the DMV, but it was a long time ago... and between the DMV and taking my voting exam... there's just nothing."

"What happened since I met you, remind me, please, it's all very vague and amorphous, I think there was music, and... we had to... talk to some kind of authority..." 

Sable nods. "So after I found you on my front steps, we talked for a moment to establish that I wasn't the Sable you already knew. That involved looking at the clan ID, which started convincing me of the alternate world thing. Then I brought you back here to have a snack and talk further. You explained facets, and I told you about how children have basically no rights here. We talked about your memory issues some too. Then we went to the police, and you were checked out by a nurse, and they appointed me as your foster-mom. Then we went shopping. bought a bunch of clothes for your twelve-year-old body, and started talking about schooling. You ran into some issues with your memories trying to talk about sex-ed on your world, and then pushed at them and ran into doomy feelings. And then you shifted just after we parked the car here."