𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕,
𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
Now, a new threat attacks Beacon Hills, and this time plays with Amelia's feeling when the question she never thought she'd ask arrives.
Who
Is
Stiles?
...
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AMELIA AND SCOTT WERE AT THE SHERIFF'S STATION, TRYING TO CONVINCE HIM THAT STILES WAS REAL.
"Alright," said the man as he closed the door. "You heard a voice coming through the radio, and now you're convinced that it's the voice of—"
"Stiles. Your son," cut him off Amelia, firmly.
The sheriff stared at her, remaining in silence for a few seconds. She was decided. She needed him to believe it. She needed to.
"Uh-huh," he exhaled. "And maybe it's just a random signal cross?"
Amelia rolled her eyes before taking out the keys from her pocket, slamming it against the desk. "Peter gave us the keys to the Jeep and it started right up. Claudia's Jeep."
He frowned. "Oh, wait, wait, so, now I'm supposed to trust Peter Hale?" He asked in disbelief and Scott stepped forward.
"We want you to trust us," he corrected, firmly. "We heard Stiles on that radio. I'm sure of it. If you had heard it too—"
"But I didn't."
"Yeah. But if you had—"
The sheriff cut him off. "Enough, guys, enough!" He yelled.
He gave the keys back to Amelia and the girl exhaled, grabbing it and pressing them inside her hand before turning around walking outside the office.
"Amy!" Called her Scott as she walked towards the Jeep parked on the parking lot. "Maybe he doesn't believe us, but we know he's real. Right now, Lydia, Malia and Isaac are looking for Canaan and we're going." She turned around to look at him. "We're going to find him."
Amelia scoffed a bit. "What if he's in pain?" She asked, a tear leaving her eye. "What if there's time until he really dies and we have no clue? All we have is a Jeep and a radio. He could be anywhere."
Scott placed his hands on Amelia's arms. "We will find him, Amy, we will."
Amelia quickly turned around, walking towards the blue jeep and getting inside, Scott following her and getting on the passenger's seat.
"You decided to keep the Jeep? Use it?"
The girl looked at the wheel. "It's the only thing I have left from him," she mumbled. "His relic. It's the Jeep." She whipped out a tear from her face. "How can I miss him when I don't even remember how he looks like?"
Scott looked at her. "I miss him too, Amy."
The girl looked at the little Eiffel Tower hanging from the rare-view mirror and quickly took it, grabbing it in her hand as she looked at it.
"We need to find him."
• • •
Lydia had a dream about Canaan, a vision. People dying, a carousel, typical Banshee stuff.
