Lydia didn't reply as she looked around the guest room, gently touching the blankets on the bed as if they'd disintegrate soon as she touched it. This [i]had[/i] to be a dream. She pinched herself just to be sure. No. Not dreaming. 

"Thank you." Lydia said softly before Barbara left her alone. She headed to the bathroom before closing the door and carefully removing the sling. She blinked once she caught sight of her reflection. An African American girl stared back at her; hair messed up complete with some bits of dirt and some dead leaves. She was thin, not enough to be considered anorexic but definitely malnourished as the torn, grimy gown hung on her frame like a child playing dressup with their mother's dress. 

"God, I look pathetic." She said before looking over at Beetlejuice. "You'll be okay waiting outside, right?"