the butterfly effect;
(with reference to chaos theory) the phenomenon whereby a minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere.
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In which she is sent to another world.
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[Book 1 in the Lorenz System Serie...
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The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.
—Ernest Hemingway
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"A random stranger!" Stiles exclaims, stuffing food into his mouth as he glares at his crime board that has scribbles of names and places erratically written on the surface.
He goes to take another bite, before frowning in confusion, looking down and realizing the plastic bowl is empty.
Stiles sighs, tossing the bowl into the garbage can, spinning haphazardly around in his chair, before continuing angrily, "Can you believe that? He's just letting some random girl that he doesn't even know, stay at his house! She could be a killer, for all he knows! Or crazy! And it's already obvious that she's lying. I mean, come on—another dimension? How stupid does she think we are?" he rants, hands waving about animatedly, before pausing, letting out a groan as he rolls his eyes to himself. "Although, I guess Scott is as stupid as she thinks he is since he apparently believes this girl. God, how naive can Scott be? Am I the only sane one around here?" Stiles asks, raising his voice, arms splayed out in irritation.
"It does sound pretty insane," Lydia admits, voice crackling through the speaker of Stiles's phone. "But, Stiles, don't you think you might be overreacting, just a little bit?"
Stiles brows furrow as he leans back in his chair, gazing up at his ceiling. "In what way am I overreacting?"
"Well..." Lydia starts, faint sounds of thump, thumping! being heard as she apparently moves things around, busy during her conversation with Stiles, "...for starters, you're friends with, not one, but two werewolves. So, I think it's a little late for you to be the one doubting someone's story of the supernatural—"
"Okay, first of all, I am not friends with the sour wolf—"
"—And second..." Lydia continues as if Stiles hadn't spoken, "...are you seriously complaining that Scott is doing a nice thing? I mean, come on, Stiles, if the girl had wanted to kill them, she could have done it already. She's been there two days—"
"Are you seriously telling me you believe this girl?" Stiles asks in disbelief, rising up in his chair to stare at his phone where Lydia's familiar picture is on the screen.
"For the love of God, that's not what I'm saying, Stiles—" Lydia's voice came out from the screen, laced in annoyance, "—what I'm saying, is that maybe you should think about this for a minute before giving the girl the third degree. I mean, if what you're telling me is true, then she just got out of the hospital a couple of days ago. Don't you think she's been through enough at the moment?" she questions, urging him to leave it alone.
