"Hey, wh..." Valerie backed against the wall, her eyes livid with fear. "Danny, its me! I wouldn't lie to you! I don't know how the time works or even how I got here!"

Seeing he wasn't convinced, she decided to get a little defensive. "Look, if I were him do you think I would have even bothered to talk? Look at where we are: out of plain sight and no witnesses except Misha, and you think Dan would have stopped just for that? I've heard about what he does, and he wouldn't wait this long! I'm not here to add hell to your life Danny Fenton! I'm here because I know somewhere you needed someone to be here, to make sure you're OK! I'm not your friends or your family, but I am me, and I want to protect you anyway I can."

What more could she say? There wasn't enough time to talk about the dreams or how she got here when Danny had that green fire aimed at her. How the heck was he even able to do that? There was something a bit too familiar about that attack, but at the moment, she was a little too preoccupied with getting attacked. It was like a reflection of her old self: shoot first, ask questions later. Nothing she said was a lie, but that didn't mean it made a lot of sense. For some reason, she turned her eyes to the little girl watching them. She wished she could apologize for how they both must look.