"It's coming back." Derek noted looking out the window.

Beacon Hills was never known for its scorching temperatures, especially in the springtime, but tonight it was downright freezing. Stiles suddenly looked up, chills running down his spine, "What exactly is 'It'?"

"It is coming back and it's coming back for Marni." Derek stated.

"Marni? The crazy one?" Stiles spit.

"She is not crazy, what she claimed to have seen five years ago, it was real. The police convinced her that what she saw was not possible, similar to what they told Lydia and Jackson."

"Great."

Marni was once average, in fact, boring-ly average. When she turned ten, she heard a voice calling her into her backyard. Marni figured it was her mother asking for help, walking out there, the voice continued into the woods, Marni followed. Whatever was in the woods that night was not her mother, it was something trying to her – no, kill her. She thought she was left for dead when a wolf suddenly leapt out in front of her, saving her life. Even at the age of ten, she knew wolves no longer hunted in the area, maybe even California in general. When she went to the police about it the following morning, nobody believed her, not even her parents. Following the incident, Marni had been admitted to two different psychiatric hospitals for night terrors and was heavily medicated.

The Monday morning bell rung at Beacon Hills High School, Scott and Stiles walked into their first period trying to figure out a plan on how to keep Marni safe when this thing would show up. Derek had provided little information on the entire situation leaving most of the digging to Stiles.

"How are we supposed to keep her safe? She has no friends, she eats alone and I'm pretty sure she hates everyone in this town." Stiles said.

"That's what you're for." Scott smiled, "You need to get her away while we fight this thing off, once and for all."

"Why now though? I mean, the incident, it happened like seven years ago. Seven is a weird number, usually things happen in five or ten-year intervals; seven is just weird." Stiles remarked.

Taking a moment to think about it, Scott realized, "She'll be eighteen."

"So? She can legally vote. What is the big deal?"

"Do you ever hear yourself?" Scott scoffed, "Whatever wanted her then, wanted her because she was a child. Time is running out."

"Isn't she already a woman though?" Stiles joked, "I mean, she probably has gotten her period by now."

"Can we take a second to focus on the big picture?"

"Mom, I'm going to be eighteen in a little over two months, you can't control my life forever." Marni screamed.

"Until the day you turn eighteen, I legally am responsible for you." Her mother stated.

"So, why can't I drive to see dad then? I'll be safe, besides nobody would mess with me; I am 'crazy' after all." Marni barked.

"You are not driving across the country alone. End of discussion. If you can somehow find somebody to go with you, you can go."

"Mom, you know I lost all my friends. It is not fair. I just want to see dad! He doesn't think I am crazy."

"Fine." Marni mumbled, "I'll just leave when you aren't home."

Scott backed away from the window, "She is planning on leaving anyway."

"Great! Problem solved then." Stiles said.

"No." Scott remarked, "Somebody needs to go with her, to protect her."

"And who will be doing that?" Stiles questioned.

"I have to talk to Derek first, but most likely … you."

"So I have to take a trip with the crazy chick, to ensure her safety, when everyone else you are friends with is you know, a werewolf and can provide better protection then I ever could?!

"You won't be alone." Scott decided, "You'll have Allison and Isaac, watching, er, following from a distance.

"Have we ever figured out what actually is coming for her?" Stiles questioned.

"Derek has never officially said anything, but I have an idea."

"And what is this 'idea'"

"A Lamia – a child eating creäture."

"I think I liked the not knowing better."