[Silent Darrow, Day 2]

[likeahero]

It's been a few hours since dawn and since the confusion and horror of the night ended. (It had taken Oliver some time before being able to say it was over, at least for a little while.) Oliver had wanted to keep going, but even he couldn't deny that he needed to rest, needed a few hours of sleep and some time to decide if he was going to deal with what the hell happened overnight.

How does one deal with the ghosts of dead friends and a murderous doppelganger?

Ultimately, Oliver chooses not to answer. They'll rest. They'll try to see if anyone else is out there. And maybe, somewhere along the way, they'll figure out what's going on and how to get home, if there's a way.

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[likeahero]

"It's actually me," Oliver responds, and maybe twenty-four hours ago he'd wonder what the hell kind of comment that is to make. Not now. Not after last night.

He walks over, arms at his side and ready to go for the knife in his pocket if he needs it. Just in case.

"Did you wake up to this yesterday, too?"

[triskehale]

"Didn't wake up to it," Derek says, looking Oliver over as he approaches. He can smell the steel at his hip and Derek doesn't let his guard down, not just yet. "I was walking through the park and then suddenly I was here."

He tilts his head curiously and then looks around, freezing when he thinks he hears that slick slithering that usually means something is coming to torment him. He waits but nothing comes, so he blinks and shakes his head a little before looking back at Oliver. "Did you come alone? Bitty and Neil got dragged here with me."