Valerie rummaged through her backpack until she found the one item (besides the toothbrush) that always came in handy: a fluffy green towel. She smiled and handed it over to Misha. "Never leave home without one."
Valerie watched the little girl dry herself as she tried with all her might to push her little journal escapade out of her mind. It was one thing having random people comment in it, it wasn't like people knew her or anything. It was another to have Dan popping up, saying obscure things and hinting that she might even know more than she was saying. What a load, she thought to herself. The only thing that really bothered her was what he said about her "future" self, because it was already playing on her fear that she might not be able to protect Danny like she wanted to. Now there was this little girl involved too, and if she'd been old Valerie she would have urged Danny to dump her somewhere safe, because there was no reason to get her involved in dangerous things like that. In a way, she was glad she was here now, because if Dan wanted to torture Danny further he'd attack her and not Misha again.

She glanced at her dry but now poofy hair and sighed. It always got frizzy like that when it rained, and she wagered she looked ridiculous now.

"So until Danny comes back, let's have a little girl talk," Valerie said, looking happy. "Tell me about where you're from."