"Guys." Emily said softly, getting their attention. They moved their eyes to the dirty car, which was parked in the middle of the road. The lights flashing softly, but no sound came from it.

"Is that." Hanna said, not believing what she was seeing. She had dumped it in the lake, and there's no way a car could get out of a lake, alone.

"Somebody pulled it out of the lake." Aria said, like Hanna not believing what she was seeing. The car kept rolling forward slowly, and it came to a halt, a few metres away from Wilden's car. They all got out the car, and walked towards his. Spencer's heels clacking on the tarmac, as they did so. The recording was on, but for people who were in the distance it would be played off as a gentle humming. The five girls approached the car window where the recording was in full sight on a laptop screen. It was a recording of Ashely Marin running over detective Wilden.

"We have to get this out of here." Hanna said, and sighed, while the main event of the video played. They all watched intently.

"Wait, there's more." Aria said, and they watched as Jenna and Shana lifted him up off the ground, and helped him walk.

"It's Jenna." Mona concluded.

"And Shana." Emily added.

"They know Wilden?" Spencer's rhetorical question echoed in their ears, as Mona and Spencer walked over to the boot of the car. "Guys. Look at the trunk." The other girls walked over to the trunk, and all five were in full sight of it. Their phones all ceremoniously bleeped at the same time, indicating a new text message from –A is awaiting for them.

"You're mine now, Kisses." Emily read out aloud, as the buzzing of their phones stopped.

"-A." Mona read. The four girls who had been tortured for more than a year looked at their very own stalker who had received the very same text. Mona did the same, but looked at the girls who she had been torturing for over a year. They all looked away, and Spencer moved towards the trunk, and curled her fingers underneath the handle to open it. She mentally counted down from three, and then she opened the trunk. It caused them all to slide backwards, and gasp. Their faces were agape, as they stared at the unfortunate presumably dead body in Wilden's trunk. It was… Lucas. Hanna leaned over the side of the car, away from the girls, and vomited. Once finished she walked away from the trunk, and over to an empty bench placed on the large patch of grass. She sat down on it, and buried her face in my hands.

"It's all my fault." She murmured, and felt a presence of someone sit next to her, but she still didn't look up.

"It's not your fault." Aria said, sitting next to her on the bench.

"Yes it is. If I wasn't so stupid, I killed him, Aria."

"Hanna, you didn't kill him. For all we know, Wilden or –A could've done it, before we got to the car. The car ended up in your garage, Han. No one would've guessed there was a body in there."

"But what if –A didn't kill him. If they didn't kill him, do you know what that means? It means I killed one of my best friends."

"I'm not letting you think like that?"

"Well, I am. I just need to clear my head." Hanna made a move to leave, but Aria grabbed her hand.

"We'll get through this together, just like we always do. I'm also not letting you leave, we'll stay at Spencer's for the night." Hanna nodded her head, and sat back down next to Aria.

"I'm not sure I want to go home."

"I don't either, none of us do."

"So does that mean Mona's staying as well?"

"Yes it does. She's one of us, like it or not, we're going to have to accept it."

"I know, but I don't know if I can trust her again."

"I know I can't, and I'm sure Emily and Spencer can't. I think you want too."

"I do want too, but I just can't. I don't know if our friendship was a lie or if it was the truth."

"We're going to go, we need to get out of here." Spencer said, walking up to them. They both got up, still holding hands, and walked to Spencer's car, once they were in, was it in when they started to speak.

"Spence. Where's Toby?" Emily asked.

"He's going back to his motel." Spencer said.

"Okay." The rest of the car ride, the image on Lucas' dead body, lying there in the trunk. His face was blue, and water filled half of the trunk. There was a small dent in his head, probably by trying to get out of the trunk. He kind of died like Ali did, but so differently. Blunt force trauma to the head, and suffocation. They felt terrible, well except for Mona who didn't really mind, but was still shocked none the less, the four felt terrible, because they knew if they had never met Ali, he wouldn't be dead. The car stopped, at the Hastings residence, and the girls filed out of the car and into the house. They didn't say a word, none were needed, and they didn't know what to say.

"I'll get some blankets." Spencer said, and they all moved up stairs, except for Hanna.

"I'll help." Hanna offered, and they collected a pile of blankets and cushions.

"Are you okay, Han?"

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't dumped it in the lake, he wouldn't be… Caleb's probably going to dump me, with what I've done." Spencer gave her a sympathetic look.

"Hanna, that's such a stupid thought. Caleb loves you, and I'm sure he won't dump you. It's probably going to be both as hard on both of you."

"I doubt it Spence."

"He knows about –A, and he knows what they can do."

"They've already ran his mother of the road, and now they've killed one of his best friends, I think it could be the final straw for him."

"Stop thinking about it, get some sleep, and you can stay here for a couple days, and clear your head, and wait for Caleb to come back from California."

"I guess you're right." Spencer nodded, and they walked up the stairs to Spencer's bedroom, where once again they didn't say a word. Mostly because of Mona, but it was also 2AM and they were tired. They put all the blankets, and pillows on the floor, and soon they fell asleep, apart from Hanna. She walked out of Spencer's bedroom, and down to the Living Room. She lit the fire, and sat on the floor, leaning up against the couch, her knees tucked up to her chin. She stared into the abyss of flames, thinking about everything. About –A; her friends; Caleb; her friends relationships; Lucas, and her friends relationships. She was in that same position, when she heard the door unlock. She shot up, and ran to get a knife, waiting for the person to come in.

"Who's there?" Hanna asked, her voice shaky.

"Is that Hanna." Toby replied, closing the door gently behind her. She sighed, and put the knife down. She returned to where she was sitting.

"Yeah, why are you here. It's a bit early, isn't it?" Toby nodded even though she couldn't see him.

"I just got back, and I was wondering if you guys are okay?"

"We're shaken up, but that's about it?" She looks up, and registers Toby's pale face. "Are you okay?"

"I got knocked out by something."

"Hanna, who are you talking to?" Spencer said, walking down the stairs. She sees Toby, and looks at him oddly. "Are you okay? You look pale."

"I was knocked out by something."

"Stay here, I'll get some ice, and you're staying here tonight."

"Spence, you don't have too."

"You're not driving in the dark, and when you were just knocked out." Hanna chuckled at her stubbornness, returning to stare into the fire. She gets snapped out of her trance, by Spencer, speaking to her. "Feel better, okay?"

"I'll try." Hanna replied, she gave her a meek smile, and Toby and Spencer retreated upstairs, and Hanna returned to staring into the burning blaze of flames.

This is my first collaboration with Kit Katherine. It's our own interpretation of season 4. Hope you guys liked it.

Bye Dolls.