I don't want to go to heaven, don't want to go to hell
This is not New York City, the shadow city or the real one. That is immediately obvious to the blonde girl in the park - the doorway she stepped through, that was supposed to take her to New York (the living one, the one that casts the shadow) has taken her someplace with a completely different tang in the air, a completely different aura. She's usually not quite so new age-y (they're full of shit, those kids are, they don't know anything about real magic), but that's the best she can do to describe it. This is not New York.
Of course, the fact that she's had over a hundred years to learn the ins and outs of the city means that she can tell on sight if she's in the right city.
So, there's a girl, bleeding a bit from some gashes on her head and arms (now that the Hunter is gone, the monsters are less cautious), cautiously moving through a park near the Casa del OT3.
Someone will have to explain to her how she got somewhere that's very much not New York.
Of course, the fact that she's had over a hundred years to learn the ins and outs of the city means that she can tell on sight if she's in the right city.
So, there's a girl, bleeding a bit from some gashes on her head and arms (now that the Hunter is gone, the monsters are less cautious), cautiously moving through a park near the Casa del OT3.
Someone will have to explain to her how she got somewhere that's very much not New York.