Inside the root cellar, a tied-up Melissa McCall looked at a tied-up John Stilinski. She fervently hoped that they were not both going to die at the hands of the Darach. Or, the psycho lady, as Melissa had started to think of her.
"Who would ever think your kid's English teacher would turn out to be a serial killer?" she wondered aloud.
"Or that werewolves would turn out to be real," John replied.
"Or your teenage son would wind up being bitten by one of them, who then tries to date you, and he couldn't even tell me..."
"Date you?" the Sherriff asked.
"Yeah, Peter Hale tried to date me. Didn't work out so well. Of course, I didn't know until a few months ago about the whole werewolf thing."
"Ah. Wait, Hale? I thought he died."
"Me too. Apparently some werewolves can come back from the dead if they're powerful enough."
"Oh, great. So, how long have you known?" he asked.
"I found out that night with Matt at the station. You were unconscious then," she replied.
"Ah. That explains it," he said.
"Scott and the others will find us," she said.
"If we make out of here in one piece," he whispered, "promise me something."
"What?"
"Go to dinner with me."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "John Stilinski, are you asking me out?"
"Yeah."
She grinned. "I was starting to think you'd never ask."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes," she replied.
He grinned. He'd waited long enough, and recent events had made him think it was time to take the risk of asking her. Surely the kids wouldn't mind.
"Wait til we tell the kids," he said.
"Yeah," she replied, grinning.
"Wait," John said. "I just thought of something."
"What?"
"There's a total lunar eclipse in a couple of days. What happens to all the werewolves?"
"I have no idea," Melissa replied. "I hope nothing bad."
"Isn't it the moon that gives them their powers?"
"Yeah, I guess. They don't exactly teach about lycanthropy in nursing school, John."
He chuckled. "No, they wouldn't. Maybe we can use the eclipse to our advantage somehow."
She inquired, "But would Jennifer be affected by it?"
"I don't know. She's not a werewolf," he said.
Melissa sighed. "Let's hope the kids come up with something soon."
It would be a long night spent in the cold, damp root cellar, but at least they were together. That was what mattered.