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Stiles has been missing for three years and everyone is starting to loose hope. All except Scott.
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Thomas and his friends are living a great life in the safe haven only for things to go wrong.
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When Scott finds crucial information about Stil...
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The ride to the hospital was silent. After the on scene questioning from the authorities as well as the overall shock from the experience; everyone's heads were spinning in circles.
Stiles is Thomas.
"The shuck?" Minho interrupted the silence. "Can someone say something?"
Everyone was too stunned to speak. Minho had just summarized and explained "The Maze" and everything he had been through, everything Stiles had been through.
Lydia was the first to give her opinion. "None of what you said makes sense. No one is turning into uh... zombies—"
"Cranks" Minho quickly corrected.
"Whatever..." Lydia scoffed. "That's not real... There's nothing on the news... There's no cure... No end of worldly events..." Lydia spoke as if with everything she said she too was trying to come to terms with what Minho said.
"And you have no memories..." Isaac added.
"Not before the three years in the maze." Minho answered. "As for as I know, The Flare has been happening since I was a kid."
"This makes no sense." Alison muttered under her breath.
"Stop being in such a shucking daze!" Minho erupted. "What you guys are saying is also shucking confusing for me!"
Everyone looked at Minho, now sucked out of their own thoughts spirals.
"All I know is what I've experienced." Minho continued. "And the fact that you guys are saying that what I experienced isn't even real, is also a shucking terrifying thought. That means everything I've been through has been for nothing..."
Minho's eyes widened with this realization.
"The thing I don't understand is why?" Scott said aloud, not expecting anyone to answer.
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De Costa is checking the kid's vitals when a nurse comes into the room.
"Doctor." She startled him. "Sorry."
"No, I am." De Costa apologized. "Something just seems off about this case. I can't quite tell what."
The nurse sighed. "Poor kid."
"Yeah..." De Costa trailed off. "Sorry, did you want to tell me something?"
"The FBI agents would like to speak with you."
De Costa nodded and started to follow the nurse out the room. But he couldn't help but give one more sympathetic look to his patient.
