Everything in Rosewood seemed to begin and end with Alison DiLaurentis. Three years prior to the time in which this story takes place, everyone as far as Ravenswood believed Toby Cavanaugh had been her brutal murderer. As it turned out, the only thing Toby Cavanaugh was guilty of was sleeping with his step-sister, Jenna, and this, unfortunately, is right where our story begins.

No one had believed Toby was guilty of anything for a long time, and he'd even gotten to the point now where his girlfriend Spencer's parents actually enjoyed having his company. The same uptight lawyer parents that had once forbidden any and all contact with him during the peak of the DiLaurentis investigation. But all of that was behind him now. Alison was alive, he'd gotten away from Jenna, had his own job and truck and found out his mother didn't really kill herself. And while all of that was perfect, above all else he had Spencer Hastings, whom he cherished more than anyone or anything else in the entire world. Until he blew it.

Sometimes getting too caught up in one moment, making one little mistake, is enough to ruin your entire future. That is what happened to Toby Cavanaugh the night he slept with Jenna…again.

It was a cold November morning, very early, and Alison had been out doing things she shouldn't, per usual. The little liar had been snooping around in the Cavanaugh's back yard, looking for any sort of evidence that Jenna had been helping Shana. Alison knew Jenna knew something, whether it be that she was helping Shana, knew Aria killed Shana, or both. Alison was determined she was going to find out what it was before "A" struck again, and it was only a matter of time.

After a while of digging with absolutely no luck whatsoever, she was about to give up when she heard a strange noise coming from within the house. It sounded as if something in Toby's room was repeatedly being slammed against the wall, and then she heard Jenna scream. A thousand things were running through her head when she ran as fast as she could into that house.

'Was I wrong?' 'Is Toby really A?' 'Jenna, please don't be dead!'

But nothing could have prepared Alison for what she walked in on. Five words: Toby is rough in bed. That wasn't Jenna's head being slammed into the wall, it was Toby's headboard, and that scream wasn't one of pain, at least not entirely. Toby's eyes locked with Alison's and he knew in an instant. Everything he and Spencer had ever had was gone. He sprung from the bed and ran after her, pleading and screaming, watching with tear-filled eyes as she bolted out of his front door and made a B-line for the love of his life's house, cell phone in hand. It took all of five seconds for her to ruin everything with one little message.

FROM ALI: S.O.S

Spencer was sitting on her bed with Aria, Emily, and Hanna when she received this message. The girls had spent the night and they had just woken up, getting ready to pick out their school clothes for the day.

"You guys, I just got an S.O.S from Alison, do you think we should stop by her house on the way to school?" No one said anything, just peered over Spencer's shoulder and the tall girl turned around.

"No need, I'm here." Said a sweaty, dirty Alison, which was something you almost never saw.

"You look like hell, Ali, are you not going to school today?" Her crystal blue eyes narrowed at Hanna.

"Forget school, Han, we have a bigger issue okay?" She snapped, Hanna looking down at her hands and Aria deciding to speak up.

"What's going on? Is it A?" Alison shot a look of pity at Spencer and shook her head.

"This time I wish it was." Spencer's eyebrows creased as she studied Alison's expression, trying to analyze what exactly was happening, or had happened.

"Care to elaborate?" Alison sighed.

"You asked for it. Toby is cheating on you, with Jenna." Suddenly it felt like the room was spinning, and Spencer felt as if it were her with dirt in her lungs, not the poor girl in Alison's grave. No one said a word, the room had been stunned into silence, and the only sound filling the room was Spencer's hyperventilating. It couldn't be true, she had been with Toby for years, he didn't have anything to do with Jenna anymore. She reached up and gingerly touched the S1 scrabble necklace he'd given her and shook her head.

"No, no, you're a liar! You've always been a liar, Alison, why should I believe anything you have to say? Especially about Toby! We all know you hate Toby!" Alison put her bitch face on, not really seeing another way to go about this.

"Dry your tears, Spence. We all knew Toby was an incestuous freak from day one, don't act like it's my fault that you went and fell in love with him." There was a chorus of 'Alison!' from the other girls and Spencer's tears spilled over, a sob threatening to break loose from her throat. She tried to say something, but there was a knock on the door.

"I'll get that." Alison offered, shooting all of them a look that meant this conversation was over. She attempted to make herself look presentable as she walked to the door, though there wasn't much she could do. Her clothes were muddy and her blonde curls were in tangles. She didn't have to worry, as it turned out, because there was no one there. There was simply a package on the porch, which she eagerly grabbed and brought back to Spencer's bedroom.

"You've got mail. I think we all know who it's from, there is no return address." Spencer tried to quiet her tears and shakily took the package, Emily rubbing her shoulder gently.

"You don't have to open that yet, let yourself calm down." Spencer shook her head.

"No, I wanna see what's in it." She knew in her gut it was something to do with what just happened, and Spencer Hastings was someone who always needed answers, if nothing else. Her long slender hand pulled out freshly developed photos and a letter. Spencer took one look at the first picture and fell to pieces. They were all of Toby and Jenna's sexual escapade that morning, and they left little to the imagination. One of Alison's eyebrows shot up.

"Hate to say I told you so." Aria glared at Alison and pulled Spencer into a hug, her heart breaking in half for her friend. She'd experienced betrayal with Ezra before, she knew how much it hurt. Emily picked up the letter, looking around uneasily before reading it out loud.

"Never knew Hester Prynne was blind. -A" Spencer let out a wail at hearing that and Aria squeezed her, though the other girl was struggling to get free from the embrace.

"Spence, you're still in your pajamas, where are you going?" Spencer sniffled and grabbed her car keys.

"I have to go, I don't know where right now, but I just need to drive. I'm not going to school today." Aria and Hanna both immediately stood up.

"Do you want anyone to go with you?" There was no reply, Spencer had already slammed the door and trudged out to her car. She sped down her road with a sort of fury about her, turning on the radio in an attempt at calming herself down.

You're the first face that I see

And the last thing I think about

You're the reason that I'm alive

You're what I can't live without

It was I Don't Deserve You by Plum, that played when she turned the knob on her car. Wasn't that perfect? The song they'd made out in the car too not even two weeks ago. She banged her fist on her steering wheel and pulled to a stop outside Toby's house, her sobs becoming a little more frantic.

You never give up when I'm falling apart

Your arms are always open and wide

And you're quick to forgive when I make a mistake

You love me in the blink of an eye

It was then that she looked over, and an already crying Toby was standing with his arms crossed, looking like someone had just kicked a puppy. She tore her seatbelt off and ran to Toby, throwing all she had into a loud resonating slap.

"Not this time, Toby. There is no forgiving this mistake, this entire relationship was a mistake!" She screamed, ripping the scrabble necklace off and throwing it back in his face before sprinting to her car and never looking back.

"Spencer, please! It just happened, you don't understand!" It was far too late, Spencer was once more recklessly flying down the road, tears blinding her vision, half yelling half weeping at her radio. She didn't even see the other car, the one with tinted black windows driving in the wrong direction, the one about to slam right in to her, possibly on purpose. And then suddenly, she didn't see anything at all.

Meanwhile, Wren Kingston was putting on a fresh pair of scrubs and smiling at himself in the familiar mirror in his old apartment. As much as he loved being with family in England, it felt great to be back. He looked down at his name/ID tag and grinned as he clipped it on. His family didn't understand why he loved America so much, but that just wasn't the case. It wasn't America he loved, or even Rosewood. It was a certain someone in Rosewood. Maybe she isn't with the carpenter anymore, he kept telling himself, she's moved on. He didn't care how long he had to wait, he would wait for her forever if he had to.

I don't deserve a chance like this

I don't deserve a love that gives me everything

You're everything I want.

His phone was ringing. He looked at the caller ID before picking up, it was the hospital.

"I'm on my way, hope I'm not late, I really tried to get over jetlag before coming back." He immediately apologized, not wanting to have made a mistake his first day back.

"It's not that, Dr. Kingston, we need you to come in as fast as you can, however. Right this instant. There is a girl here that was in an awful accident, it's going to take all the help we can get to keep her stable and get her in to surgery, and her parents are lawyers, do you understand where I'm going with this? The last thing this hospital needs is a lawsuit, and we're understaffed right now." It suddenly felt like there was something stuck in Wren's throat.

"Of course, I'm on my way…it wouldn't happen to be a Hastings girl would it?" A yes came from the other end and panic filled Wren, grabbing his coat and running for the door.

"Which one?" Please say Melissa, he thought to himself, I know I'm going to hell, but please God let it be Melissa.

"Spencer." Wren's heart nearly stopped all together, and the only word he could muster was a whispered 'no'.