Scott walked into his bedroom, sitting on the bed where Stiles was curled up. "I got you some Tylenol and um, bottle of water and some peanut butter on bread. We're out of jam. Sorry." He set the bottle up against Stiles' leg, and then handed him the bottle of Tylenol. Stiles set up, leaning against the headboard.

"You're going to stay up with me, right?" Stiles asked as he took the bottle from Scott, popping it open and taking out two pills before he recapped the bottle. Scott nodded as he set the plate with the sandwich on the nightstand.

"Yeah, dude. Of course. My mom called your dad and they're going to impound the car you drove here." He unscrewed the water bottle and handed it to Stiles so he could swallow the pills. Stiles nodded, and then started eating the sandwich. Scott watched him for a minute, then got up and looked out the window through the curtains. "I still can't believe they knew where to find you in the woods. What the hell is going on in this town?" Stiles set the other half of the sandwich back on the nightstand, then sunk underneath the covers.

"I don't know. But I get this feeling that guy is probably going to want his car back."

Scott frowned, walking over to the bed and laying on the covers next to Stiles. "He's going to have to go through the sheriff then. I'm sure they're going to leave you alone. Are you sure you don't want to talk about what happened? I mean, your dad is probably going to want the report when he gets here. He said he'll be over as soon as he can, there was something going on. Didn't tell me what it was."

"Figures." Stiles said under his breath. "Doors are locked, right? Windows?"

"Yeah, I double checked. No one is getting in without breaking the glass."

"Cool," Stiles said, narrowing his eyes. "...I'll tell you, but you have to promise you're not going to think I'm crazy. I'm still not sure if I'm crazy."

"Dude, I won't. I won't think you're crazy." Scott comforted Stiles, patting his arm.

"Okay," His friend said, pausing for a moment to let the comforting words linger. Finally he said, "I was in a freezer full of dead bodies. The Walcotts are cannibals. And when I got out, there was this...thing, in the room with us, it was huge, and it had these claws," He looked at Scott, but he was shocked to see Scott wasn't looking at him like he was insane. "...It sounds stupid, doesn't it?"

"No, I mean...you always hear stories about weird stuff out there, I mean, look at Hannibal. But you're going to have to tell your dad, I mean, if there's a group of cannibals here they need to lock them up."

"I don't know if they can lock these guys up, Scott," Stiles said, pulling the quilt under his chin as if he were hiding. "This thing was a monster. Huge. I thought I was going to die. I mean, what if it knows where I live? What if there's more of them? It could be the whole family, Scott. A whole family of monsters."

"They're not going to find you at my house, okay? You know what? You've had a long day. My mom said you didn't have a coma or anything from being knocked out, so maybe you should try getting some sleep." He smiled at Stiles, then got off the bed. "I've got a metal bat, I'll whack someone if they come in, okay?"

"I don't know..." Stiles hesitated, but Scott sat in his computer seat, facing the door. "Fine, but wake me if something goes on, okay?"

"Will do."

The silence was deafening when he woke up, but the room was still dark. At first, he thought he was at home in his bed, but then he felt the water bottle curled up in his blankets. He sat up, yawning as he looked for Scott in the computer chair. Instead of seeing his friend, he saw no one sitting there. The bat was gone too.

"Oh my god, Scott?" He said as he got up, feeling around for the light switch. As he reached for the light switch, he looked out in the hall. "Scott?"

"Bathroom, just give me a few minutes Stiles. I swear, I just got up. You've been asleep awhile." Stiles felt relieved when he stared at the partially cracked bathroom door, and he relaxed a bit as he stepped back in the room and shut the bedroom door. Right behind the bedroom door, there stood Derek Hale. At first Stiles initial reaction was sheer fear, but Derek grabbed him by the front of the pajamas Scott lent him and pushed him up against the wall, hand over his mouth.

"Listen." Derek said quietly, giving him a stern gaze. "There's a lot you don't know. Report the Walcotts. But leave anything about the Hales out of your story when you tell your dad. Trust me. Now, I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth. If you say so much as a word, I will punch you in the face." He stared at Stiles, who gave him a questioning look as he waited. Derek removed his hand, and Stiles opened his mouth to respond. "No," Derek cut him off before he could begin, then stepped over to the window, opening it and climbing out and disappearing into the darkness.

Stiles heard a flush and the sink running, and he headed out the door and met Scott in the hallway.

"I thought you said you checked all the damn windows, Scott!" Stiles exclaimed, which made Scott become defensive.

"I did! Every single window!"

"Even the ones on second floor?" Stiles said, glaring.

Scott looked contemplative, then licked his lips as he reached up and rubbed his head. "Um...okay, not the second floor ones. But to be fair, I didn't think anyone would try to get in a second story window besides you."

"Well, you're wrong, because while you communed with nature, Derek Hale was standing behind your bedroom door!" Stiles held his head as he cursed, angry. "He told me to leave the Hales out of the report. Fuck, the mechanic was right. It is a mafia. It's a cannibalistic mafia thing. Okay, I have to move out of town. It's the only solution."

"Really? I think you're overreacting, maybe you imagined Derek Hale was in my bedroom-"

"Yeah, there it is. The doubt. You're thinking I'm going crazy, don't you?" Stiles said scathingly, making Scott put up his hands, shaking his head in disagreement.

"No, I mean that you need to calm down Stiles, you're under a lot of stress. Maybe you don't want to report the Hales and you imagined Derek was there because you don't want the baby to get hurt. You know, that baby you're attached to or something." Scott put out his arms, wrapping them around Stiles as the other fumed in confusion. "I'm sorry I had to shit."

"I'm sorry too," Stiles said, but then added, "Not that you had a bowel movement, but because I shouldn't jump to conclusions. I'm sorry Scott...I'm just...I think I'm scared."

"So am I." He rubbed Stiles' back, then backed away. "Want to play video games? Your dad said he'd come by in thirty minutes, that's why I went to the bathroom."

"Yeah, we can do that."

After twenty minutes of playing Call of Duty, Scott heard a knock on the door. Stiles instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm as he was getting up. "Just double check to make sure it's actually my dad. Take the bat."

"Okay, I will, don't worry buddy," Scott said with a smile, grabbing the bat off the bed. He walked downstairs, and Stiles heard the door swing open.

There was a pause as he heard his father's voice, and he inwardly thanked whatever god was out there for making it him. He listened to their exchange, and then he heard his father's footsteps up the stairs. "Stiles?"

"Dad," Stiles said as he got up, immediately hugging his dad. His dad hugged him extremely tight, just as he did with every hug. "It was fucking terrifying. I wished you were there."

"I'm so sorry Stiles," His dad said apologetically, shaking his head as he took out his pad of paper to write things on. "Give me a detailed description of what happened. I'm pretty sure I know, but I just have to get it from you."

"What do you mean, you know?" Stiles said, frowning. "...you were...there?"

"Well, I just was over at the Walcott house. Everyone's dead. Both sons, mother, father. It was horrible." He said as he shook his head, then looked at the paper. "I found your shoes. They're in my bag downstairs. I'm glad you got out alive."

"Dad...yeah, it was the Walcotts." Stiles stared at his dad as he started writing. "I was kidnapped at school and then I woke up in this freezer that was huge, there were so many dead bodies hanging from meat hooks. Then this lady, or Mrs. Walcott, got this meat cleaver out and was-"

"Wait, wait, Stiles. Stop." His father gave him a peculiar look, and then looked at the wall for a moment before he looked back at Stiles. "Did you just say a freezer full of dead bodies? Meat cleaver? Are you saying the victims are the perpetrators?"

"Yeah, that was what I said. That's what you found right? That's how you found my shoes?"

"No, I found your shoes outside. Outside the house. The bodies were inside. Look, I can ask the city to give me the blueprints to that house, but I'm pretty sure there's no freezer. I think we would have found the door to that."

"Dad, I swear, there's a freezer. I think it's in their basement. It's huge. But...you found bodies, right? The Walcotts? They're dead?"

"Well, the bodies have to be ID'd, but we think they are the Walcotts. They have to have their dental records checked. The bodies were...do I really have to tell you this? Do you want to know?"

"Yes, dad, I have to know. I think I'd like to know about the people who just kidnapped and almost killed me." Stiles looked at his father with a deadpan seriousness on his expression.

"They were burned alive. The entire house is gone, Stiles." Sheriff put his pad of paper away, and Stiles stared at his father.

"It can't be gone. How are you going to prove any of my story is true? And, how did my shoes get outside? She took them off me in that freezer room - oh my god. My story is completely untrue. What about my jacket? Is my jacket there?"

"Your jacket was under your shoes."

Scott had been quiet the entire time, but he moved to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "It's okay, dude."

"It's not okay," Stiles said after a moment, and glared at his dad. "I'm not angry at you, I'm just..."

"Was there more to your story?" His dad asked, tilting his head. "If that's all that happened, Stiles, and the Walcotts are responsible, you're safe. But I think there was probably another person committing the crime, and the Walcotts were caught in whatever went on. And you got pulled into it as an innocent bystander."

Stiles went quiet, looking away. "No, that was it." Scott looked worried, which Sheriff caught onto.

"You positive?"

"Yeah, positive." Stiles shrugged, and then said, "I think I want to stay here tonight dad."

Sheriff nodded, understanding. He always had to run out and he didn't want Stiles to be alone if he had to leave. "I'll ask your mother if I can sleep on your couch tonight, Scott. But I feel safer with you here too, Stiles. Maybe you should stay here a few days." He turned, walking out of the room a ways before he said, "Stiles. I'm really happy you're safe."

Stiles stared at his father, forcing a smile. He wanted to tell him there was something more, but somehow he thought if the Walcotts were dead and the Hales still alive, he'd have to deal with the Hales again and he'd rather it not be strained. Well, more strained than getting their car impounded.

"I'm glad I'm safe too, dad. Did you impound the car already?"

"Yep. It's off the driveway. Deputy came by and took it." He walked off down the hallway, and Stiles could hear him murmuring something to Mrs. McCall. Stiles turned to Scott, then reached out his arms to give him an unexpected hug.

"Please tell me I'm not going to regret not telling him," He muttered to Scott, and Scott shook his head, hugging Stiles to him tight.

"I'm gonna hope not, dude. But whatever's going on, I'm staying by you every day, all day now. They'll have to deal with me too."