I'm sorry it's been so long! Things have been crazy and stressful and I've fallen behind when it comes to writing.

CHAPTER THREE

NIGHT TERRORS

"Oh, I should've got a haircut," Sheriff Stilinski lamented, flattening his hair as he stared at his reflection in Georgie's hand mirror.

"Well, you know someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut," Stiles said, taking away the mirror and setting it on his desk.

"I think you look great," Scott said.

The Sheriff gave Scott a smile. "Well, thank you, son I should have had." But the more he dwelled, the more self-doubt creeped in. "Oh, what the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea."

"What, Dad... Dad, it's one date, okay?" Stiles tried to stop his dad worrying. He fixed his collar. "The town of Beacon Hills won't implode while you're out with one woman. Or man."

He huffed. "It's a woman, Stiles. Okay. A very beautiful woman."

"What beautiful woman, by the way?" the younger Stilinski fished for information.

"None of your business. Either one of you," the Sheriff insisted.

"I want to know," Stiles whined.

Suddenly a voice was shouting, "Stilinski! Stilinski!"

The three of them left the office to see two Deputies escorting the resident repeat offender, Donovan, writhing in anger. "I'm going to kill you."

Stilinski sighed. "Donovan, if you think that shocks me, remember it was well-documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escort the prisoner out."

Donovan fought against their grip, speaking slowly and manically, "I'm not angry like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window. I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask me why, remember right now. Because this is why."

There was a lull of silence as everyone reacted to his words. Stiles, of course, reacted with humor. "Wow, that was awesome. That was awesome. That was great. We do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know. Okay, you know what? It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell, you know. Just stuck there, forever."

Donovan screamed and tried to get away from the deputies, lunging for the Stilinskis.

"Get him out of here!" Sheriff Stilinski ordered.

"What's the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?" Scott asked as the angry boy was carted away.

"It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy," Stiles said.

Scott gaped, "That guy wanted to be a cop?"

"At least now he's getting the full law enforcement experience."

Lydia, Kira, and Georgie all piled into the car hesitantly with Malia at the wheel. She hadn't done so well at her last lesson with Kira's dad. But Kira was adamant that her girlfriend could get the hang of it the way they all did.

"Okay. Hands on the wheel, at 10 and 2," Kira reminded her from the backseat.

"Actually, the recommended position is now 9 and 3. At 10 and 2, a deployed airbag could break your thumbs," Lydia interjected.

"Mine would heal," Malia pointed out.

Lydia gave her a look and moved her hands to the right spot. "Save your strength. And try not to destroy your beautiful new car. 9 and 3."

Malia moved her hands and slowly stepped on the gas. The car lazily urged down the empty road. Kira let out a breath. "All right. Just ease into it. Good, good, okay. There you go."

"Please shut up," Malia whispered.

Kira nodded, pursing her lips. "No problem. Shutting up."

"Uh... Other way," Georgie murmured from next to Kira when Malia started drifting to the wrong side of the road.

"Other way. Uh, other way," Kira added as Malia started veering into the grass.

"We are now off the road; this is not the road. Other way," Lydia said, tempted to take control of the wheel from the passenger's seat.

"Malia, please go the other way," Kira begged when she noticed Malia was driving straight for a tree.

"What is that?" Malia complained as the car started beeping. "What is beeping?"

"The car's telling you not to run into the tree. Turn the wheel," Lydia said. "Malia!"

Right before collision, Malia narrowly avoiding hitting the tree and drove the car back on the road.

"And try to stay on the actual road."

The tires squeaked as Malia drove around in a circle.

"Okay, sure. Uh, this is called a U-turn," Kira said.

"You said, "Turn the wheel.""

"Not forever," Georgie chuckled.

"Maybe you should press a little harder on the gas..." Lydia suggested. But the four of them lurched forward as the car did. "Whoa! Okay, just turn up here." Malia revved up again, but Lydia told her, "No, no, no, slowly, slowly. Go."

"Anybody want to tell me where we're going?" Malia asked.

"The school. We can finish with parking practice in the lot," Lydia said.

Kira and Georgie shared a confused frown.

"Lydia, we're actually heading downtown," Georgie said.

"What?" she asked back, not getting what they were getting.

"If we want to go to the school, we should do a U-turn. Shouldn't we?" Kira said.

Lydia flattened against her seat, realizing what was happening again. She spoke quietly, "No. Keep going."

"You sure?" Malia asked.

"Yes. We're almost there."

They drove until they ended up in an alley with a drive that ended in a dead-end. Lydia told Malia to stop and the four of them got out. They saw a police transport van looking like it had been tossed over and torn open. A tall and brooding figure stood with his back to them, but by the looks of the ax strapped to his back, Lydia knew who this was.

Alex turned around, holding out a hand to them so they didn't come closer. "Don't look. Call 911."

"What are you doing here?" Lydia asked as she followed Alex towards the car while Kira called 911 and Georgie called the Sheriff and Stiles. She watched as he stashed his ax in the backseat.

"You called me."

Lydia frowned at him, confused and a bit scared. "What? No, I didn't."

"Love, you're a banshee," he told her, shutting the door, and leaning on it. "You communicate with dead people, or they communicate with you. Whether you understand how it works or not. I died, part of me is dead. That's why you and Meredith could feel I was different, like death, last year and that's why when I suddenly hear your voice in my head telling me to meet you at a crime scene, I don't question it. I just come."

"Well, thanks for that," she said, letting out a shaky breath. "You're right. I still don't really understand how this works. Only that I can't ignore it."

"That's a good start," he said, lightly resting his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay to be scared. Things like this… like the birds at Tracy's house and that attack the other night, usually mean something bigger is coming."

"Like what?" Lydia asked, voice a quiet whisper.

His hand squeezed her shoulder. "I don't know. But I got your back. You may be a powerful banshee, but you're not self-healing. And I've got an ax."

"And magical powers," she pointed out with a weak smile.

"I'm more confident in the ax."

Sirens eventually made their way over as the deputies and the Sheriff arrived, blocking off the area. The Sheriff checked on the girls first. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine," Georgie said. She winced as she took in his outfit. "Sorry we spoiled your date."

"Hey," he interjected, hugging her, "don't worry about that. I'm just glad you all are safe." After checking once more, he went into Sheriff mode and took charge of the scene.

Deputy Parrish took their statements, awkwardly checking in that Georgie was all right too. She had walked him through a lot of new information the other night. He still didn't know what he was, but now he knew more about witches and soulmates. It was a lot to take in. Not only were soulmates a real thing, he had one that he's never met but somehow Georgie knows they're soulmates, but she's stuck in a mystical tree stump deep in the woods where no one can find, and it may be up to him to free her. But at least it explained why he felt like Georgie was a little sister to him before he really got to know her.

When Scott and Stiles arrived, Stiles raced away from his friend to envelope Georgie in a hug. "Georgie! Are you okay? What happened? Was he here?"

"Stiles, I'm fine," she assured him. "Whatever happened was over by the time we got here. You guys should check in with your dad, see what he's found."

"Why were you here?" Scott suddenly asked Alex.

"Just was close by," he shrugged, not wanting to get into it.

Scott nodded and dragged Stiles over to meet the Sheriff when he called over to them.

"Boys. Scott, you saw this kid, Donovan. He... He wasn't like you, right?"

Scott shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Unless he knows how to hide his scent," Stiles said.

"Well, human or otherwise, this kid might have just murdered his lawyer and mortally wounded two officers. We've got an APB out on him, but you think you can find him faster?" Stilinski asked.

"I can try."

"All right. Keep it on channel two," he said, handed Scott and walkie. The werewolf took off.

"Dad, what if it wasn't Donovan?" Stiles asked.

"I'm guessing you've already got a theory?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

The crime scene was tense as techs collected photos and evidence and Parrish finished taking their formal statements. Suddenly the deputy's radio crackled, and he grabbed it to answer, "Scott, is that you?"

"Yeah, I found Donovan. He's completely freaked out. He keeps saying some name."

"What name?" the Sheriff asked.

"Theo," Stiles immediately suggested.

But Scott said, "Tracy. He keeps saying Tracy."

"Tracy who?" the Sheriff asked, exasperated.

But Lydia and Georgie shared a look as the banshee answered, "Stewart. Tracy Stewart."

"Oh, god," Georgie sighed out, grabbing Stiles' hand. "And the dead lawyer was her father."

"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder. It was night terrors," Lydia told the group as they met at the school busses to go over what happened last night.

"Well, now she's the night terror. Especially since no one can find her," Stiles said.

"Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable..." Scott started, but trailed off as he took in Mason's amazed expression. "Except for you."

Mason jolted to attention. "Oh. I'm sorry. This is all just mind-blowing." He looked at Kira. "You're a kitsune. I don't even know what that is."

She blushed, sinking into Malia's side. "I'm still learning."

"Liam, we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle," Stiles told the beta.

Mason's smile grew bigger. "Uh, I'm in the inner circle?"

But both Stiles and Liam said, "No."

"Be nice," Beth lightly chastised them.

"Guys, look, back to Tracy," Scott got their attention. "She's just one lone wolf. We can find her."

"One lone serial-killing wolf," Malia said.

"Uh, she only killed one person, you know. The other two were mauled," Stiles corrected.

"Semantics aside, how are we supposed to deal with her, if we catch her?" Georgie questioned.

Without doubt, Malia said, "I say we put her down."

The group was quiet for a moment, and Mason just said, "Intense."

"We can't jump there," Jessie said. "Remember Stiles went sleepwalking in the woods and thought he was chained in a basement until we found him and woke him up. Lydia says this girl has been having night terrors. What if she's stuck in one? She might have no idea what she's doing. Then there's the fact that we don't know what she is. Alex said he found kanima venom on the van, but if her father recognized her, she couldn't have looked like a kanima."

"She's right," Scott said. "We need to concentrate on catching her first. We'll figure out the rest later."

Beth, Liam, and Mason made their way to History, taking their seats. Beth was about to take hers but froze when she saw someone already sitting there. Feet bare, and claws digging into the wood of the desk. And she knew who it was. Tracy.

She slowly took Liam's shoulder and gestured to Tracy. His eyes widened when he saw her and he got out of his seat, gesturing for her to sit at his desk. He then whispered for Mason to watch her back and ran off to get Scott.

Jessie smiled with pride next to Scott in AP Bio when the teacher handed his test back – 86.

"Nice to see where your priorities are, Scott. Since you have such a good grasp of the subject, how about you lead us in a review of last night's reading?"

"Uh... Sure," he said, flipping his book open, trying to find the page. But both he and Jessie were distracted by Liam trying to flag them down from the open classroom door.

"Scott?" Finch questioned.

"Sorry, just looking for the page," he murmured. He gave Liam a look and tapped his ear.

Liam backed off and spoke lowly. "She's here. She's in History class right now. Tracy. She's here."

Jessie feigned a cough to cover her mouth and whisper, "Pull the alarm."

The supernaturals winced when the fire alarm started blaring but still quickly gathered their things and left the room. Scott and Jessie snuck away to meet Liam and get into the history classroom. Mr. Yukimura was standing at the front pointing to Tracy. Beth and Mason were standing at their desk, close to each other, trying to gauge whether they could sneak by Tracy without getting hurt.

"Tracy. Tracy," Scott tried to get her attention. She had werewolf claws out, but her face hadn't changed.

Mason tried to carefully lead Beth away to a worried looking Liam who was frantically gesturing for them to get away from Tracy. But as they passed her desk, Tracy's clawed hand whipped out and grabbed Beth's forearm, gripping her tightly.

Beth winced at the pressure of her grip. Liam's eyes started glowing as he let out a deep growl.

"Tracy," Scott and Jessie slowly approached, like she was a wild animal. Which she was close enough too. Tracy was breathing heavily and letting out a hissing sound, staring vacantly.

"I don't think she hears you, Scott," Jessie whispered.

"Tracy, let go. Tracy."

Beth hissed as Tracy's claws dug into her skin and blood started dripping out.

Jessie's eyes glowed. "Tracy, let her go."

Tracy suddenly obeyed, and Beth pulled her hand to her chest and fell into Mason's arms as he quickly half-carried her to Liam. The beta instantly took her into his arms.

Tracy stared at them and whispered in fear, "They're coming. They're coming for all of us." Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell forward, onto the ground. Scott and Jessie shared a look when they noticed thick silvery liquid pooling out of her mouth.

Scott carefully picked her up off the floor while Jessie texted the others. The history teacher helped walk them out as they met up with Stiles and Malia to get her into a car and head for the clinic.

Liam turned his attention to Beth, "Are you okay? How deep did she get?"

"I don't know," Beth winced. "I think I'm fine."

"Let me look," he urged her, taking her hand in his. Black veins receded into his arm as he took her pain, smiling as she seemed to sag and breathing out in relief. "Let's get that cleaned."

"I have a first aid kit in my locker," she said. Liam had just finished wrapping her cuts when the fire alarm ended and Lydia, Georgie, and Kira met up with them.

"They're taking her to the Animal Clinic?" Kira asked.

"Yeah, to see if Deaton can figure out what's wrong with her," the beta answered.

"What's wrong with her is that she killed two people," Lydia said.

"Parrish told me that she also killed her psychiatrist last night," Georgie told them.

"Isn't there anyone else we can talk to? Does she still have her mom? Any family?" Kira questioned.

"Alpha," Lydia perked up. "If she's a werewolf, she has an Alpha, right?"

"If she's a werewolf," Beth said, cradling her arm. "Jessie said that Alex found Kanima venom at the scene last night, didn't he?"

"It's the only long shot we have right now," Lydia said. "Anyone know if a new one's moved into Beacon Hills?"

Kira shook her head, "No, but there's an old one. One of the oldest. We know her."

Liam glowered as he remembered his old nemesis. "And her pack."

Deaton checked Tracy over on his steel table curiously. "Pupils dilate under normal conditions," he said as he checked her eye with his pen light. He pressed his fingers against her neck, feeling for a pulse. "Heart rate is 250." He pulled her shirt over to reveal a red rash of some sort. "Evidence of an allogeneic skin graft on the right shoulder. Now, this silvery substance at her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury."

"Uh... Can't you just give her a shot of something?" Malia questioned.

"She doesn't look to be in any pain," he pointed out.

"I meant a shot to kill her," the were-coyote reiterated.

Deaton gave her a look, "I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures."

"Malia, you know we're not going to do that," Scott reminded her.

"How do you know she's not going to kill us?"

"Malia, we didn't give up on Stiles when he was the Nogitsune, or you when you were trapped in the body of a coyote," Jessie cut in. "We can't just give up on Tracy just because she's dangerous. I honestly think she has no idea what she's doing. She didn't seem to really be hearing or seeing Scott and I earlier."

"Either way, eventually I'm going to have to let my dad know she's here," Stiles said lowly.

"Agreed. And while I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not opposed to a little..." Deaton said as he picked up a familiar glass jar, "…extra security." He took of the lid and tossed the containments towards the border of the room. The mountain ash floated down into a fine line.

Stiles eyed the mountain ash, his lips screwing up into a worried line.

"Don't worry, Stiles. Tracy won't be able to cross a line of Mountain Ash. She's not going anywhere," Deaton assured him.

"Yeah, that's kind of what I'm afraid of."

"Well, you and I will be able to get out of here no problem. Even Jessie seemed to get through it because of her Grimm side," he said. He looked between Scott and Malia, "You two. Not so much."

Malia approached the border and slowly passed her hand towards it, but was stopped by a glowing blue forcefield, reminiscent of the ones Jessie' created. "Weird."

"Scott, would you mind holding her down? I'm going to be trying a few more invasive tests," Deaton requested.

Scott and Jessie took hold of Tracy as Deaton got out a scalpel and started to try to make an incision in her forearm. But the blade seemed to pass over her skin without breaking it. Jessie's brow furrowed, "Not even my skin can do that."

Deaton panted softly as he tried to get the scalpel through until it cracked and snapped.

"I think you're gonna need a bigger blade," Stiles said.

Deaton continued to look her over.

Scott walked away a bit when his cell phone vibrated. He pulled it out to look at it and frowned. "It's my mom," he told Stiles and Jessie who had followed. "It's about the driver of the prison transport. She's saying he's awake and talking."

"Malia, help me turn her over, please," they heard Deaton say.

Scott's cell vibrated again. "Driver didn't have stroke or heart attack. Says it was more like his body just locked up... Like he was paralyzed."

"I think she's not just a werewolf," Jessie frowned.

"This doesn't look too good," Deaton said, grabbing their attention. He and Malia had turned Tracy over and pulled up her shirt. Her spine seemed to be moving under her skin, wiggling. Then all of the sudden, the skin of her back split open, splashing blood onto Deaton and Scott's faces. A thick dark tail folded out of her back and Tracy awoke, flipping up to her feet. Her tail whipped this way and that, striking all of them one by one before she raced out of the room, breaking through the line of mountain ash too easily.

"Kanima," Stiles cursed. They were all stuck there. Stiles was on his stomach, staring out where Tracy had escaped. Deaton was in a similar position at his feet on the other side of the table. Malia fell back against shelves, sitting upright. Scott fell on his stomach too while Jessie fell on her back. And unfortunately, his arm was covering her mouth since he'd tried to shield her from Tracy's tail. She couldn't see or speak. Stiles couldn't see anyone behind him. "Hey, Deaton, how the hell did she get through the Mountain Ash?"

"I don't know. It's a barrier no supernatural creature should be able to cross," he said. "I've only seen Jessie do it. And we believe it's her telekinesis subconsciously moving the mountain ash."

"Scott did it," Stiles pointed out.

Scott panted as she tried to fight off the venom. "Once, but it almost killed me."

"We should've killed her," Malia groaned. "Meanwhile, she's probably on her way to killing someone else."

"Listen, everyone," Deaton called. "We need to concentrate. Scott and Malia, you two will probably be able to move long before Stiles and I can. But you need to focus."

"Focus on what?" Malia snarled.

"Healing," Scott said.

"That's right."

"I don't know how to tell my body to heal," she grunted, frustrated.

"Malia, calm down. It's okay..." Stiles called behind him.

"I can't calm down. I can't move!" she yelled.

"It won't last long. We're going to be okay," Scott tried to assure her. "Doc, how do we focus?"

"Think of a body part," he instructed. "Your hands, your feet, even just the tips of your fingers. Imagine them moving. See it in your mind and your body will follow."

A little while passed and Stiles was determined to heal enough to help. "Okay. I'm pretty sure I just felt my right leg move. Uh, yep, definitely felt it. Like a twinge, spasm, something."

"I'm going to have to disagree. And I think I hold an informed opinion," Deaton groaned.

Scott's eyes fell on Malia as he saw her fingertips start to twitch and move. "Malia."

Malia panted as she tried to fight for more control of her body. "I don't think she cut me that deep."

"Keep going. Keep moving."

Malia groaned and grunted loudly as she tried to fight through it, arm slowly following fingers.

"What's happening? I can't see," Stiles asked.

Malia groaned as she stumbled to her feet, leaning heavily on the shelves and table around her to get up.

"What's happening? Malia? Malia, wait for us."

"There's no time," she panted as she got to her feet. "Look, she's not a werewolf. But she has a scent. I can find her."

"Malia. Save her," Scott pleaded.

The werecoyote tiredly grunted and took off.

Lydia, Georgie, and Kira stood in Tracy's room, even if it was a crime scene. They had found a dreamcatcher Tracy got from her dad, with a card from him just wanting to help her. And she had killed him and her psychiatrist when they only wanted to help her.

"Okay, wait a second. Her dad was just trying to help her, right?" Kira asked.

"So was her psychiatrist," Lydia said, peering at Tracy's wall of photos. She turned around, "And maybe that's why she was at the school. She was looking for someone else who was just trying to help."

"Oh, maybe it was you two?" Kira suggested, looking at Lydia and Georgie. She frowned, "Or not. Since that would mean she wants to kill you."

"No, you're right. I was trying to help," Lydia said. "But... So was someone else. My mother. What if Tracy went to the school looking for her?"

"Where is she now?" Kira asked.

"On a date."

"Where?" Georgie said, holding out her hands for her friends. "Exactly where?"

"The Sheriff's station," Lydia said, taking Georgie's hand. Kira came from around the bed to take the other one. "Can you get us to the parking lot?"

"Take a deep breath," Georgie instructed before the three girls were engulfed in flames. After an agonizingly silent and warm few moments, they were suddenly at the side of the police station. "Let's go!"

Lydia led the way, bursting into the door just as it seemed the Sheriff and Natalie realized something was wrong. "Mom, she's coming. Tracy's coming for you."

Natalie gaped, "What? What do you mean for me?"

Before she could explain, their attention was called to the ceiling by hissing. They all gasped when they saw Kira crawling on the ceiling.

"Everyone duck!" Georgie shouted, holding her hands out. Flames sprouted from her palms and aimed for Tracy's position on the ceiling, but the kanima dodged the fire and her tail flicked out. It sliced up Georgie's arm and the flames died. Georgie cried out as she felt her body start to numb. Stilinski quickly caught her and laid her under a desk for cover while he brought his gun out to shoot.

Unfortunately, Tracy dodged him and paralyzed him as well. He fell to the ground, head landing on Georgie's legs.

Kira assembled her belt into her sword, ready to strike.

"Kira, look out!" the Sheirff shouted when Tracy's tail whipped out towards her.

Kira ducked the tail and started swiping for the girl. But Tracy blocked each blow with her arm and the blade didn't seem to even slice at her skin.

Lydia stuck to the wall. She nearly shrieked when the door burst open, but sighed when Alex raced in, ax out and ready to be wielded. She watched with wide eyes as he woged for the first time in months, his face turning gray and decayed, but ominously refined and powerful. He dodged the ensuing fight between Tracy and Kira and stood in front of Lydia. The banshee saw her mom hovering at the exit and shouted, pleadingly, "Mom, run! Run!"

Natalie reluctantly took off, seeing a large man with an ax protecting her daughter.

Alex swiped with his ax at Tracy's back whenever he could to help Kira out, but was more concerned with keeping that sharp tail away from Lydia who couldn't heal like a wolf could. But Tracy seemed to get irritated with the two of them ganging up on her and feigned a stab at Alex's face. When he went to block it, she changed directions and stabbed through his stomach.

Alex gasped at the sharp pain and tried to put pressure on his wound while still fighting with his ax. But his strength seemed to be waning. His foot slipped and he grunted, falling into Lydia's arms.

Kira was still fighting Tracy off, jumping onto the desk and whipping her sword around. Alex and Lydia watched in rapt fascination as her body was overtaken by some sort of fiery aura, a strong fox form outlining her as her eyes glowed orange and she brought her sword down, slicing through Tracy's tail.

No one was more shocked than Scott when Theo showed up to the clinic and helped them off the floor.

"How did you find us?" Scott asked as he gripped the table and helped pull Jessie up.

"'Cause you work here. I heard about Tracy, I've been looking for you," Theo said as he helped Stiles and Deaton up.

"We lost her. And Malia," Scott sighed.

"I can help," the suspicious wolf offered.

Deaton panted, "This is Theo?"

"Let me help. It doesn't have to mean I'm part of the pack. Or like you've accepted me or anything like that. It just means I can help catch this girl."

The other four shared looks of trepidation. Stiles eventually just shrugged. It was Scott's call.

"Scott. I can help you."

Lydia whimpered and grunted as she dragged Alex into the office behind them and laid him down. Kira raced after, putting her hands down on his wound. He groaned and gasped in pain, and Lydia watched as he woged back to human.

"Why did you never tell me that you weren't self-healing either?" Lydia demanded.

Alex groaned as he started going limp, "Can't feel… my arms…"

"She must have paralyzed you when she…" Lydia trailed off. She started undoing his belt.

"Buy me… dinner first," he choked out around a weak grin.

She ignored his teasing and wrapped the belt between his wound and his heart. "I'm going to be so angry at you if you die right now."

Whatever he may have said was cut off when Malia ran into the station.

Lydia perked up and instantly started catching the werecoyote up. "Malia! Tracy's here. She's after my mom. But listen – she thinks she's asleep. She thinks she's dreaming. It's a night terror. You have to get her to understand that she isn't."

"Malia!" the Sheriff called her attention from the floor. "Basement. They're in the basement."

"Tracy and my mother," Lydia said. "Go! Please!"