{Latin ^ Meaning Her Residence.} Friday, January 21st 2011 {Day 13}
Wednesday, January 19th {Day 11} - Thursday, January 20th 2011 {Day 12}
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Meanwhile, at the Argent Residence...
Allison could be seen seated at her desk with an open box, visible through the open second-floor bedroom window. She takes a modest, unframed photograph from her bag and examines the text on the back: "Philly Girls 4eva. You'll be missed!"
She flips the photo over and smiles at the portrait of her with her friends from her previous residence. Then she tucks it away in the corner of her mirror, completely unnoticed. Unbeknownst to Allison, Scott, still a werewolf, is sitting in a tree just a few feet from her window.
As Allison approaches the window, his breathing grows hollow and raspy in the shadows of the fading light. Allison pulls the window shut, casting a sudden reflection of Scott. He creeps forward, attempting to sneak into her room from the darkness. In that moment, he catches a glimpse of his own monstrous face staring back at him. Scott recoils in fear of his own appearance. He leaps from his perch in the tree, racing away from the house and into the street just as the street lights turn on.
An automobile screeches to a halt. Scott slams his head onto the hood, rolling over it and crashing to the ground. Argent leaps from the passenger seat.
Argent stares at him, concerned, and exclaims, "Oh my God..." As he crouches over Scott, he pulls out his phone and dials 9-1-1.
However, Scott's hand rises and grasps Argent's arm. He returns to his normal state as Argent looks down at him. Scott shakes his head and says, "I'm fine."
Allison, perplexed, asks, "Dad? What the hell are you doing?" She dashes out the front door to see Scott.
Argent expresses his skepticism, saying, "He appeared out of nowhere—"
Allison sighs, "Are you trying to kill him?" Scott raises his eyes to the sardonic question.
With a shake of his head, Argent states, "Of course not. He bolted down the street— I'm sorry."
Scott responds gently, "It's entirely my fault."
Allison, her voice trembling, asks, "Are you alright?" She kneels beside him, gently removing road dirt from his brow. As Scott and Allison lock eyes, Argent observes with a different kind of concern on his face.
Scott puts on a phony smile and says, "I'm okay, I swear. I'm sorry I hit your car," he apologizes to Mr. Argent.
"I was just dropping by to say hello." Allison assists him in getting back on his feet.
Argent shakes his head, uncertainty lacing his question, "Are you sure you're okay?"
With a shake of his head, Scott expresses his dissatisfaction with the situation. "Yes, absolutely. I think I'll leave. I have a lacrosse game to attend. Are you still planning on coming, right?"
Allison grins and responds, "Of course, I'll be there." As Argent glances between them, her hands linger on Scott.
Argent shakes his head and states, "We're both going." Scott and Allison both stare at him with surprised expressions. This new information catches them off guard, and neither of them seems pleased by it.
Later that night, On the Field...
Scott watches Jackson whispering to another player as he opens his locker. He tries to listen in using his enhanced hearing, but the crashing of lockers obscures Jackson's voice, causing Scott to wince in pain. Morwen, utilizing their own wolf hearing, finds an empty passage that provides a clear view of the crowd and the field.
