“Hey, buddy,” Stiles says, tone placating. “What’s the last thing you remember?”
“I dunno,” Derek says, looking surprised at his own voice. He squints in concentration and then hazards, “School?”
“Interesting,” Deaton says faintly.
Stiles feels something like panic settle into his stomach. “Wait then…do you remember how old you are?”
Derek looks at him like he’s an idiot, which makes everything seem normal for a moment. “Fifteen,” he answers, with a little questioning lilt implying ‘duh.’
So, actually the opposite of normal.