Somewhere in The Big Apple, there were five pretty little liars in way over their heads. These perjurers had been through hell, one of them had even come back from the dead (figuratively speaking, of course). They had gone through years of torment, yet they were still clueless as to who their mysterious tormenter could be. Having come face to face with their masked menace time and time again, they had let them just slip throughout their fingers. Now, their English teacher was lying in front of them, bleeding to death.

"Hold on, Ezra. Don't you dare close your eyes," Aria sobbed. "Just stay focused on me. Focus on my voice."

"I think he's losing consciousness - we need to put pressure on the wound." Spencer Hastings ordered.

The other girls did as they were told. No one said a word, they were all still processing what had just happened. A had been there on the roof. They would all be dead now if it weren't for Ezra.

"We need to get him to a hospital!" Aria cried.

"How?" Hanna asked. "We don't have a car and Noel took our phones."

"Check Ezra's pockets," Alison instructed. "I bet he has a phone on him."

Emily fumbled around Ezra's waist. "You're right!" she exclaimed. Her bloodied hands smeared the screen as she dialed 911.

"Its going to be okay," Aria whispered to the now unconscious Ezra.

"Hello, I need an ambulance. A man has just been shot. Please hurry, there isn't much time -"

"You are going to make it through this. We are going to make it through this."

"- No, I don't know where I am!" Emily wailed to the 911 operator. "I'm on the roof of a building a couple blocks from the Empire State Building." The phone vibrated and Emily nearly lost her hold on it 10 stories over the concrete street.

An incoming text appeared on the screen.

Better luck next time, bitches. Kisses. - A

The girls gasped.

"I can't believe A got away again," Alison moaned. "Don't worry Aria, we are going to find this sicko."

The 911 operator's voice boomed from the phone. "Remain calm. We have used GPS to pinpoint your exact location. Paramedics should be arriving on the scene within minutes."

Aria breathed a sigh of relief. Ezra was going to get the help he needed.

"I have to go." Alison announced.

"No! I'm not letting you." Emily shouted. "We just found you again. I'm not letting you go that easily."

"I'm sorry Em." Alison replied. "I can't be here when the cops show up. They'll find out I'm still alive and have a lot of questions - questions that I'm not ready to answer unless A is out of the picture."

"Then let us come with you," Hanna begged. "We're all in this together now."

"I can't ask any of you to leave Ezra," Alison sighed solemnly.

"Yes, you can," Aria crocked. "I'll stay with Ezra. The rest of you need to find A before it's too late."

Sirens blared in the distance. Spencer wiped her brow and grunted in frustration.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, now go!" Aria shouted.

Without another word, Alison, Emily, Spencer and Hanna ran down the fire escape. They were on a mission. Nothing was going to stop them from finding A and making them pay for all the trauma that had been inflicted on them.

Across town at the JFK International Airport, a black-hooded figure was pacing nervously in front of a customer service desk. Tonight those bitches had gotten close to taking off the mask. Too close. This had to end soon. Alison DiLaurentis and the she-devils had to be put in their place. They need to know who was boss.

Everything would have gone according to plan if it hadn't been for that meddling, miserable excuse for an English teacher. The black-hooded figure growled. At that moment they would have done anything to pound their fist into Fitz's dopey face.

"Thank you so much for your patience." A heavyset airport worker smiled brightly. "Here at United Airlines we always put the customer needs before our own. You want information regarding a customer's placement on one of our incoming flights from London, is that correct?"

The black-hooded figure nodded.

"It is against airline policy to disclose the names of individual passengers…"

A fifty-dollar bill was slid across the counter.

"But, just this once, I will make an exception." The worker typed something into her computer. "Okay, I found what you're looking for. Toby Canavaugh's flight arrives at approximately 8:45." President Grant was promptly placed in the worker's chest pocket. "It was a pleasure doing business with you."

The black-hooded figure snickered. "No, the pleasure was all mine."