Everyone always leaves her.

It might be a little melodramatic, but that was what it felt like. It felt like everyone she loved, everyone she wanted to stay always bailed or died or vanished. Of course there were the few exceptions, but most of them weren't here so they barely counted. She was the discard, the one who got stuck out in the cold while everyone moved on.

Losing Matt had been bad, but somehow losing Tyler felt worse. Maybe it had been how they met or what they'd see or lived through or whatever, but Tyler had been different. Maybe it was just something shallow, like the fact that he grew up in a world so not like Mystic Falls thinking about it made her head hurt. No matter what the reasons were, it was all pointless. He was gone.

So it begged the question: how long until she was the only one left?

Dragging herself out of her bed, she sought out comfort in those that she knew were still around: Elvis and Bela. The dog provided the simply kind of comfort, the sweet 'always going to love you' kind. Elvis was a different story. He could be a completely infuriating grouch, but at least he was a grouch who was still here. Right now she was willing to take it.

Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, the blue flannel shirt she was wearing was misbuttoned but she frankly didn't care. Her resolve was weakening with every step she took, her strong façade slowly ebbing away until she had folded her arms across her chest as she stood in front of his hut.

"Elvis? Elvis please be home."

When she had shown up and people had told Caroline that the island got a little weird, she had taken a strict 'wait and see' policy. When December had come and thrown her into Victorian London, then she figured that that was what they had meant. People had said that the December change was normal.

No one mentioned anything about April. If she had known that she was going to wake up on the first of April and be living a world right out of Blazing Saddles then she would have tried to be prepared. She would have worked out a way to have certain things in place, like something to protect her hair from turning to straw in the heat. It might not have actually worked out given that everything completely changed, but the effort would have given Caroline something to be happy about.

Oh well. Nothing to do but sit and wait it out.

She had managed to work with the clothes that she had been handed so she looked less like Little House on the Prairie meets Showgirls than she had earlier on. It was a work in progress, but she was coping. That seemed to be the trend. She was not a girl who was made for the Old West. Give her a Savannah summer any day, but this was just so big, so wide. It was kind of overwhelming. But it definitely made her want to have a horse. Like crazy bad.

Walking down the street absently kicking stones along as she debated whether or not she wanted to check out another shop or just go back to the Compound and flounder in boredom, she was nearly ready to scream. The only thing that stopped her from having some sort of crazy fit right then and there was spotting Jenny a little way ahead of her.

"Oh my god, Jenny!" she shouted, not caring if it was in keeping with the period. The period could go wither and die. Picking her up her pace, she waved at her friend. "Oh my god. Hi."