Science. {Jason DiLaurentis}

New York and Labor Day Weekend

"Please follow the lighted pathway."

"Please follow the lighted pathway."

"Please follow the lighted pathway."

It is unusual for her to fear things happening. Sienna had been through enough bombshells in her adolescence that she found herself quite resistant to circumstances. The only things that could truly make Sienna scared were dreams, ghosts, and danger to her loved ones.

She knows she has to play things carefully from now on. She was wrong before. She should have let A break her. The price is too big to pay when it's her loved ones that have to pay it.

In such a short time before Sienna had been debating a return to Rosewood. The fears she had then were nothing compared to the fears she has now. If only she had faced the consequences of Labor Day weekend rather than running with her friend.

There's no hesitation as Sienna follows down the corridor. Hannah, Spencer, Emily, Aria, and Alison are worth more than anything. Even if they didn't trust her anymore, Sienna will still protect them in any way. She would never do anything to put them in harms way. So, if she has to play A's games, she'll do it.

She will be the perfect doll for A to break.

The lighted pathway pauses in the middle. A new door set in place. A note lying in the center space. A pile of clothes sits in front of the door.

Sienna takes a deep breath as her hands find their way to the folded paper.

Let's play a new game. Remember where you were on Labor Day and let's see if things end the same way.

The clothes on the floor make her hands shake. They are identical to what she wore that day. She knows that A is making her play and suddenly she's being dressed up for the game.

Sienna knows exactly where she was on Labor Day. This new game isn't that new at all. Everyday that she visits the pseudo-room of her childhood home, Sienna is forced to relive the memories of her sister's death. She is forced to reflect upon her mistakes.

Only now, the stakes are higher than ever before.

If only she'd realized that before she walked through the door.

[~]

"I didn't find much," Private Investigator Ryan declares. Jason found his way to the investigators office as he promptly returned to Rosewood from Blackwood.

His visit to the town had been slightly insightful but held less answers than he'd expected. His visit to James SinClair left him with an ache in his chest. His search for April SinClair only left him with more questions and a missing trail from 3 years ago. He found zero residue of Esther SinClair.

Still, he was determined.

Hope and despair blossom in Jason's chest, "but you found something?" He tries to remain calm, to not get his hopes up. For all he knows, Ryan could tell him that Sienna died that weekend anyway.

"I couldn't find Esther SinClair. It's like she's a ghost. Maybe she changed her name, maybe she didn't but there's no record of her after the accidents." Ryan admits. "It's possible she changed her name and moved away. She could've gone off the grid. There's no way to know for certain without any evidence and a town like Blackwood did a lot of work to cover up the family."

Jason nods, digesting the information. Where the hell did she go? He'd been trying to process for years how Esther SinClair could just walk away from Sienna and her young baby.