"So Dash, you're telling me that you're not insane, Dylan is gone, and you brought home a... Girl?"
Dash nodded, hearing Poppy rustle around behind him.
"And... She's an orphan?"
He nodded again.
"And she's real?"
"I find that offensive." Poppy commented, walking up behind Dash and making him jump. "I am very much real and, surprisingly, alive."
"A lot happened there..." Dash spoke nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'd say. You showed up in tattered clothes looking like Raggedy Ann dolls!"
Poppy winced. "Please never bring up dolls again." She shuddered at the word, images of the Specials' masks appearing and disappearing from her mind.
"Like we said, we went through a lot." Dash gave her a comforting glance.
Dash's mother ran a hand through her hair. "Care to explain?"
"You'd put me back in an asylum." Dash pointed out.
"So you brought home a girl. A real girl. And you're accepting that Dylan's gone?" The woman sighed. "I'm not sure things can turn around just like that, honey."
"But I was never crazy in the first place!" Dash defended himself, turning to Poppy. "She saw him too!"
Poppy nodded. "I did, ma'am."
Dash's mother breathed out again in exasperation. "I don't know what to do."
"It's okay, I get it." Poppy smiled warmly. "I didnt know what to do most of my life, until I met your son."
Dash tensed. "She didn't... She meant when she met all of us, me and the other kids."
"Right!" Poppy coughed. "That's what I meant."
"So... Can she stay?" Dash asked hesitantly.
The lady thought it over, biting her lip and stroking her hair with her long, thin fingers.
"I suppose so." She said finally, and the two friends grinned.
"Really? I can... I can stay?" Poppy asked excitedly. She would finally have a home!
"Of course. As long as you explain exactly what happened."
They exchanged a glance, deciding to tell her the truth.
"So we got to Larkspur..."
... I'm sorry I had to throw in shipping