Emily sat in her car, patiently waiting for Mona to emerge from her therapy session. She was required to see a psychiatrist but, for obvious reasons, no longer permitted to see Dr. Sullivan. Mr. and Mrs. Vanderwaal had decided on an expensive doctor in Philadelphia, but refused to allow Mona to take the train or drive herself. Instead, Mrs. Vanderwaal drove her there and back. But she had a doctor's appointment today and Mona had been forced to ask her friends if one of them could pick her up and drive her back to Rosewood. Emily had been the only one available.

As she waited Emily thought about what Dr. Sullivan had told them the night Mona had been taken to Radley. Mona had a personality disorder and was living in a state of hyper reality, which somehow allowed her to be omnipresent. It made sense until you remembered that Mona claimed she wasn't crazy at all. Emily couldn't help but wonder why she would fake having a personality disorder. Maybe denying it was part of it. Maybe Mona needed to believe she was perfectly sane.

"Hey." Mona said as she slid into the passenger seat and buckled her seatbelt. "Thanks for picking me up."

Emily had been so involved in her thoughts she hadn't seen Mona come out.

"I'm sorry you had to drive all the way out here."

Emily brushed it off with a smile and started the car. "I don't mind. How was it?"

Mona shrugged. "Okay. I like Dr. Sullivan better. This guy patronizes me."

"Have you told your parents?" Emily asked as she turned the car toward home. "Maybe you can find someone else."

"I told them, but they like this guy so I'm stuck with him." Mona explained. "It's not so bad. I get to talk about myself for an hour twice a week."

Emily smiled. The answer was so typically Mona. "Should you even really be doing this? I mean, if you don't need to be medicated…won't the pills he's giving you cause problems?"

"They probably would if I took them." Mona said. "But I don't take them. Unfortunately I have to make everyone believe I do need them and that they're helping me. I can't complain though, because it's my fault."

"It's Ali's fault." Emily corrected her quietly.

Mona smiled and they fell into a comfortable silence as they drove.

Emily tried not to, but she couldn't help thinking about the last few months. First there had been Aria's pregnancy and abortion and all the excitement and drama that had come with it. Then, not long after that Eddie Lamb had raped Spencer and someone had killed Melissa. When Spencer had finally come forward about who had raped her, Eddie had confessed to the rape, Both Wilden and Melissa's murders, and to being A. There hadn't been a trial, despite what Mr. Hastings had promised Spencer. Instead, the girls and their families and friends had attended Eddie's sentencing hearing. He wouldn't be getting out of jail for a long, long time. If ever.

Emily and her friends weren't convinced that Eddie was A, or that he had committed either murder. They were certain that Cece was A, and that Ali was somehow connected, but they couldn't prove it. And no one had heard anything from A since Eddie had been locked up. This fact eased their families' fears, but not theirs.

As a result of everything that had happened with Eddied Spencer had become increasingly paranoid that something would happen to Jason. She stuck to him like glue for a few weeks until he finally convinced her to start seeing Dr. Sullivan again. It seemed to be helping, but she was still keeping an eye on her brother.

And poor Aria was in limbo where her love life was concerned. Jake had broken up with her after Melissa had been killed, obviously fearing that any connection to her or her friends could lead to his own harm. Emily knew that that had hurt, but Aria hadn't spent too much time mourning the loss of the relationship. She was still very much in love with Ezra, and Emily hated watching her struggle with how to handle the situation. She wanted to be with him, but was afraid to. Not only because he was her teacher, but because she now feared for his life.

Emily's phone rang, breaking the silence in the car.

"Could you check that?" Emily asked. "It's probably Paige."

"Sure." Mona chirped and grabbed Emily's purse from the back seat.

She dug around for Emily's phone, but pulled something else out instead. "Em, what's this?"

Emily glanced at the pill bottle in Mona's hand. "Pain pills. For my shoulder."

"I thought your shoulder was better."

"It is. Those are just in case."

"Are you lying to me?" Mona asked. "I know what happened at that swim meet."

"That bottle is full, Mona." Emily said. "I haven't needed them."

Mona opened the bottle and saw that it was indeed full. She was still concerned, but didn't press the issue. She dropped the bottle back into Emily's purse and turned to say something. When she did she saw the car in the next lane suddenly swerve toward them. "Emily!"

Emily saw the car coming, but couldn't react in time. It crashed into the side of her car with enough force to send them into a spin. The offending vehicle sped away and Emily and Mona ended up upside down in a ditch.

"Mona?" Emily called out weakly just before she passed out.

Mona was already unconscious.