Ronan is used to waking up from his dreams looking down at his own body, waiting for the moment when he becomes whole again and can move. Watching whatever is happening around him, unable to communicate or react. But this is very different. He can't even process how or when one moment slid into another and he found himself standing in a what appears to be another place. Not Henrietta.

And he can move.

Despite knowing he hadn't been dreaming before and he certainly isn't dreaming now it surprises him he can lift his hands and look around. Sand, dirt, breeze, sunshine, cooler air than Henrietta could ever manage in summer.

"What the fuck?"

There is a man and a booth and a list of names.

When he hears Gansey's name called he quickly searches the crowd of strange faces for one that is familiar.

When he hears his own name he will not receive a box of cookies.