Cam kicks off her shoes at the door, immediately being greeted by Shep, tail wagging as he sniffs her. Cam bends down and pets Shep, giving him a kiss on his head before standing up and making her way to the kitchen, Shep trotting alongside her. Leftover spaghetti is definitely going to be her dinner, a dish she eats far too often thanks to it being super easy to make and reheat, her dad always making it since her mom was admitted. So, she makes herself a bowl, adding extra sauce from the jar in the fridge before sticking it in the microwave and heading to the living room, dropping her stuff off while she waits for her food. Once her food is done, Cam brings it into the living room and makes herself comfortable on the couch, The Lost Boys playing in the background.

After finishing her food, Cam grabs her laptop from her bag and goes straight to Google. If there's one thing Cam feels like she knows quite a bit about, besides animals, it's technology. But, Scott's eyes are still bothering her and she can't think of a reason technology would cause that on person alone so when in doubt, go to Google.

Aside from Cam's natural curiosity, she really wants to figure out what's going on because she doesn't want her pictures to look bad. Her pictures will be used in the yearbook, website, social media, paper. They have to look good and it will not be a good look for her if she can't even get a decent picture of Scott. It won't look very professional so she needs to figure out what the hell is happening and how she can prevent it.

The first thing that comes up in Leukocoria. Apparently, it's where someone's eyes lack a natural eyeshine. It also causes the eyes to reflect when someone's picture is taken with a flash but apparently, it's a sign of a list of medical conditions, none of which Cam has ever heard of Scott having. Also, most of the time, it's discovered by the time the child is three so it seems like people are born with it. Without a doubt, Cam has definitely seen pictures of Scott from when he was a kid and his eyes were never like this. So, that can't be the cause and besides, Cam's pictuers from a few weeks ago, are just fine, this is a very recent thing.

So, the question is, what the hell can cause someone's eyes to reflect a flash out of nowhere? And the more Cam sits and thinks about it, her hand petting Shep, the more she remembers reading about animals' eyes and it can happen with them but that also doesn't make sense. What? Did Scott randomly have an eye transplant from an animal? No.

"Cam." Cam's dad's voice comes from behind her with the closing of the door.

Cam turns around, waving at him as he approaches the side of the couch. "No change?"

"No." He shakes his head but doesn't linger in the thought. "Crashing a funeral? Really, Cambridge?" His eyes are tired, it's like he wants to be mad so bad but he's just tired but he knows he still needs to reprimand his daughter.

Cam widens her eyes with an 'oops' look. "Well, we didn't technically crash it and I waited in the jeep."

He sighs in frustration. "When I told you to go be a kid, I didn't mean get into trouble."

"Well, you did say that but you also know that I was just gonna go with Stiles or Scott and both of them are trouble so, really, did you expect anything else?" Cam wrinkles her nose with the shrug of her shoulders, hoping the sarcasm will lighten the mood. It's always a hit or miss.

He narrows his eyes and Cam knows he didn't appreciate the smart remark. "Okay," he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "You know what? Just, try and stay out of trouble. At least, you're with the boys again." He shakes his head with defeat before he turns away.

His sighs and head shake might have been defeated but his eyes were filled with relief. Cam knows he worries and Cam doesn't want to make it worse...but, she wishes he wouldn't worry so much. She completely understands why he does. Her mom is going to die and he knows that it's going to rip him to shreds. Cam knows that it's going to rip him to shreds so she thinks he's convinced that if he's that destroyed, Cam will be so much worse because it's her mom. But, the thing, is that she's been sick for five years. Cam's mom hasn't been her mom in three. Yeah, it's going to nearly kill her and she's going to be the farthest from okay she's ever been but her mom's been gone for a long time already.

At the end of the day, they're both losing someone that's really important to both of them. They just have different ways of distracting themselves. Cam's trying to make friends and continue with her routine while her dad worries about her. If he worries about Cam, he won't worry about her mom.

Cam walks into the kitchen, Shep by her side, and her dad has his hands on the edge of the sink with his head hung.

"Dad?" Cam leans against the doorway and waits for him to face her. His face is pale with a hint of red in his cheeks that shine with the light. "You're doing a good job." Cam nods and pulls one corner of her mouth up to force a smile.

He huffs and shakes his head before scratching his nose. "My kid telling me I'm doing a good job." He crosses his arms.

"Sometimes, people just need to hear they're doing a good job." He shakes his head and goes to the fridge, pulling out the leftovers. "When are we going back to the hospital?"

He looks at her with absent eyes and Cam straightens her stance in impatience. "I'm going to work in an hour."

"What?" Cam nearly yells as she completely pushes away from the wall with her shoulder.

Her mom doesn't have much longer left and yeah it's great to get out of the hospital but shouldn't they be there? Shouldn't they be there a little longer? Or at least Cam? How can he go to work? How can he possibly choose to go to work over being at the hospital or even just staying home with Cam?

What the fuck?

"They need the extra hands." Cam's dad states.

"I think they can handle it. They've been handling it just fine."

"Oh, so if Stiles calls about the ambulance I know you know about, you're not gonna go with him?" His eyes narrow at Cam before going back to the food.

There's almost a bit of hesitance because she'd want to but the ambulance with all that blood is a murder scene and Cam isn't about to put herself in the way of getting murdered so with honesty, she says. "No."

"I've heard that before." Cam's dad remarks.

Cam's blood starts to boil with her dad's words. This has never happened before. Stiles has called and asked if she wanted to go investigate random things like a missing car that actually wasn't missing and Cam went, snuck out really. But, that is completely different than a murder scene and her mom wasn't on her death bed. This is not that.

"When has this ever happened? When has this happened since mom got sick? If you aren't there because you decided to work in fear that I'll go searching for whatever happened, you're gonna blame me for it."

"I would never blame you for it." His face softens as his bowl enters the microwave. "I would blame myself if I didn't go tonight and you went out and got hurt. I'm-"

Cam interrupts him. "The dad. Yeah, I get it. Why is everyone so concerned for my well-being suddenly?" Cam throws her head back in frustration. "I am fine. I know right from wrong. I know what's dangerous and what's not. I can handle myself just fine. And I haven't been going out in years, why would I start now? You're acting like today was some huge deal when it-"

"We are not doing this right now, Cambridge." His face contorts with anger as he takes his bowl from the microwave.

It's pissing Cam off so bad. Her dad is going to work because he's afraid she'll be dumb and go after some murderer? Just because Stiles and Scott did? They're worried about Lydia but Cam isn't like them. She is not going to put herself in danger like that, curious or not. And her dad, of all people, should know that. And it's just got her fuming because for some reason, her dad and Stiles just can't seem to understand that she can take care of herself. She doesn't need either of them looking out for her and protecting her from nonsense. And if this is some animal, Stiles would be in more danger due to his lack of knowledge and Cam's extensive knowledge on all animals. It's so frustrating she feels like she's going to erupt.

"I just don't understand what you're so-"

"Cambridge Sligo!" His fist slams against the counter.

"What?" Cam yells back, not moving from her stance at the doorway. "It wasn't a big deal! Sheriff wasn't even that mad!"

"That is not the point!" He points his finger at her with gritted teeth. "You had to go and get into trouble. Of all times. You're supposed to be responsible!"

"I didn't get arrested! You know, you act like I went out and literally crashed that funeral. The Argents don't even know any of us were around besides Allison!" Cam screams back and watches her dad's face just grow angrier. "You know, the only reason we were there is because Scott wanted to be there for Allison despite them not being together anymore? And Stiles was there for Scott and Allison? So yeah, it got us in trouble but as the dad, shouldn't you want me to have those two? They're willing to be at a funeral for a supposed mass murderer to support their friend. But you're just yelling and I don't even know why anymore." Cam shakes her head and takes a deep breath. "I'm going on a walk. Call me when you're going to the hospital." Cam turns on her heels and walks to the couch, quickly shoving her things back in the bag.

Deep down, Cam knows he has a point. Crashing a funeral, whether the people know or not, isn't okay. But, she was there because the boys were there for Allison. It doesn't right the wrong but it's better than them just creeping around at a funeral.

"Cambridge." Cam's dad's stern voice comes into the living room as she goes to the door and slides on he shoes before grabbing Shep's leash. "Don't you leave this house."

"You're not gonna be here anyway. What's it matter if I leave now or when you leave?" Cam shrugs, attaching the leash to Shep, and walks out.

Cam usually gets along really well with her dad. Her mom always said she was more like her dad, headstrong, determined, but not the fighting type. Cam can argue like no other but she usually doesn't see the point which is her dad. So, maybe that's why they get along or maybe it was because of the long hours at the station so Cam didn't see her dad a lot until her mom got sick. And now with her mom sick, it's like they can't fight because they're too caught up in the grief of losing her. So, it sucks to be fighting but Cam just can't do it. To her, if he can go to work, Cam can go on a walk with Shep.

As Cam's feet continue to hit the pavement and hours pass, she really comes to realize just how alone she is even with Shep walking beside her. She's walking the streets of Beacon Hills with her phone in her hand and earbuds in her ears but no one to call. Stiles is still probably looking into whatever happened with the ambulance. Scott is probably with him. Right now is the wrong time to even attempt to befriend Allison. It's just her, Shep, and the street. And it really sucks.

But, the loneliness immediately disappears and is replaced with hints of fear as she notices a car next to an ally with its door open. With everything going on lately, Cam grabs the pepper spray from the lanyard around her neck that also contains a few keychains and her house keys. Cam holds it just right, with her thumb ready to spray just in case. She knows it's probably nothing, probably. But the thought of the weird stuff going on comes to her mind and her heart just starts racing. Her phone is set to call 911 just in case because what if this isn't nothing? The ambulance sounded like it wasn't nothing. Lydia being attacked and disappearing from the hospital isn't nothing. So, what if this isn't either?

As Cam approaches the car, she notices something dripping from the open door. Her eyes widen and her stomach turns as she gets an uneasy feeling. The poor lighting makes it hard to see but she's gonna guess that's not good and as she gets closer, the door is damaged. Like something attacked the door. What could be dripping from the car with a damaged door? She doesn't know cars but it shouldn't be any type of fluid that would be in a car? So, she's hesitant to look inside but she just has to, her gut telling her this is bad. Really bad and going on a walk was a horrible decision.

Cam peeks around the destroyed door and everything just stops with the sight. A mangled body is laying across the passenger and driver's seat, blood completely soaking the interior. In a second, Cam is turned away and she swears everything she ate is about to come back up because that's a dead body. Shep is barking like crazy but Cam can't even hear him because she just saw a dead body. A dead mangled body.

That is a dead body. WHY IS THERE A DEAD BODY?

Cam knocks out of it enough to call 911 and tell them exactly where she is and what she's seen. The whole call is a complete blur. She knows she told them everything they need to know but she doesn't actually recall the words that came out of her mouth. This is just the most horrible thing Cam has ever seen. Sure, she likes to watch serial killer documentaries but she never wanted to see something like it real life because she wants to hope it's an animal attack but an animal would eat its prey. Which means this is some Ed Gein type of shit and Cam is definitely scaring herself even more.

Without even thinking, Cam's pulling up her texts and sending a text message to Stiles. If she should be texting or calling anyone else, it should definitely be her dad but there's this pull in her gut that just tells her to text Stiles. Maybe it's the shock really setting in and everything moving in slow motion or the massive amount of true crime documentaries the two used to watch together. Whatever it is, she texts Stiles.

Cam:
Found dead body mangled

Cam crouches at the end of the alley, petting Shep, still facing away from the car as she hears sirens closing in. Shep licks her hand and just lets Cam pet him, him calming her down a little until her phone beeps.

Stiles:
Where are you? Are you okay?

Cam quickly types where she is and says she's fine just as two police cars pull up with an ambulance which Cam knows is completely pointless. They might have well as just called the coroner.

"Cam, are you okay?" An officer, Stevenson, asks as he crouches in front of Cam.

His voice is almost vacuumed. His lips move and his hand is on her shoulder but he might as well be at the other end of the alley with how far away his voice sounds.

Cam looks up to him, eyes wide and confused. "That is a dead, mangled body."

"What happened? Do you know?" He asks and all Cam can do is shake her head as she continues to stare at him in disbelief. "Okay, we're gonna need to take you in, okay?" His eyes show more concern than anything she's ever seen.

"That's a dead, mangled body." Cam repeats and she can't even help it.

The state of shock is taking over any other thinking. The image of the body is now tattooed into her brain and she can't seem to shake it and the only thing she can really say is that there's a dead body. She can't even really agree with him as he helps her up, taking Shep's leash from her. It's all narrowed, congested but distant. Slow-motion with flashing bloody images.

"You're in shock. We're gonna take you to the station." Stevenson says, guiding Cam to his car while blocking her view of the bloodied car and allowing the other offices and EMTs to assess what happened.

The drive to the station was completely silent and Cam really doesn't remember any of it. She knows that they passed plenty of buildings and street lights and trees because it's Beacon Hills and she knows the way to the station. But, she doesn't remember any of it. One second she was at the crime scene and the next, she's being put in the Sheriff's office, Shep's leash back in her hand.

"Just holler if you need anything, alright? I'm gonna call your dad." Stevenson nods to Cam as she takes a seat on the couch. She nods in response, still unable to fully find any words.

The couch is comfortable but not where she wants to be. She wants to go home. Cam wants to be in her room with the gray walls that are covered in photo collages, surrounded by what she loves most. She just wants to be at home in bed with Shep at her feet where she should be in the first place. And that leaves too many questions running through her head.

Why doesn't she ever listen? Why does she have to get herself into these situations? How does she get herself into these things? This guy, this guy had a family. He had people that cared about him and now he's dead. He was breathing one second and then ripped apart the next. What is his family going to think? His friends? His employees or employers? It's one thing to lose someone but to have someone be murdered or attacked by an animal. It's just shocking and terrifying and she wants to erase all the memory of this right now. The one thing she wants to erase.

"Shouldn't you be at home?" Cam hears Stevenson say before the doorknob moves.

"Should be." Stiles says but doesn't add anything else to the conversation as he enters his dad's office.

He sees Cam just sat on the couch against the windows, Shep's head in her lap and he feels himself breathe for the first time since he saw her text. Dead bodies aren't good and his biggest fear is that whatever killed the person she saw, would attack her next. Dead body to Stiles means werewolf and he hasn't even told Cam that's a real thing. Not quite zombies but close enough and it's overwhelming that it could have been her and she wouldn't even know despite Stiles actually having the ability to warn her of what's out there. And maybe now he should tell her because now it's personally affected her. Or at least he thinks so. Dead and mangled, probably werewolf. What if it had been Cam? What if Cam had been walking sooner and been caught in the middle of what happened? Stiles could never forgive himself.

But can he tell her Scott's secret? Is that fair to Scott?

"Hey." Stiles says, shutting the door behind him, Shep getting up from his spot on Cam's lap to greet Stiles.

"Uh...hey?" Cam says, brows furrowed as Stiles pulls her back into reality. "What're you doing here?"

"You found a body." Stiles says, crouching down and petting Shep but his eyes stay on Cam. "I was worried. What happened?"

"I don't know." Cam shakes her head and leans forward on the couch, tapping her leg to get Shep to come back to her. "I was walking and found a body. It was..." She pauses and the image is just there like a fresh scene from a SAW movie. "Torn up."

Stiles's face contorts in disgust. "Like...? An animal attack?"

"If animals can pull some Jack the Ripper shit, yeah." Cam scoffs. "I mean...a bear yeah but not the mountain lion stuff everyone is talking about. Mountain lions go for the jugular, like all big cats, and they kill their prey that way. They eat their prey right there or bring it back for their cubs. This body...I mean...it was not eaten." Cam's face matches Stiles with disgust.

But, the look of disgust seems to vanish from Stiles's face as his eyes look to the window, wheels turning in his head. He knows it's not a mountain lion. He knows there's more going on but he can't tell Cam, not yet. And they found Lydia so this also means there's an actual werewolf they still need to find. So, the question here is, who is it?

"What're you thinking?" Cam asks, pulling Stiles from his thought.

"Oh...uh. Nothing." Stiles shakes his head. "I'm just glad you're okay. But, it has to be...some type of animal. We do have bears."

"Bears aren't gonna wander into the middle of town and attack someone in their car unless it were starving and there hasn't been a single report of a bear which there definitely would be. If we lived in Alaska and were talking about a starving polar bear, maybe but not in the middle of Beacon Hills, California."

Stiles shrugs. "Could happen."

"Unlikely. Odds are more on a murder." Cam argues.

Stiles lets out a sigh. "Yeah. Maybe...you shouldn't walk around at night anymore, even with Shep." Stiles pats Shep's head. He's a good dog, trained really well, always listens and wouldn't hurt a fly unless that fly were going after Cam, then it'd be a different story but Shep is no match for what's out there.

"Oh, trust me, I have learned a very valuable lesson tonight and that is not to walk at night anymore. You don't have to worry about that." Cam knows Shep would protect her but she doesn't wanna risk that with some serial killer or a giant animal. Shep is the one thing Cam risk her life for.

A grin comes to Stiles's face. "So much for being the survivor of the zombie apocaplyse, huh?"

Cam lightly shoves Stiles. "That's different!"

Stiles scoffs. "Is it?"

"Shut up. I have a plan. I don't have a plan for finding dead bodies."

Stiles lets out a laugh. "Are zombies not dead bodies suddenly?"

"You know what I mean."

"Dunno, Cammy. Sounds like you'll be hiding behind me during the apocalypse." The grin turns arrogant as he straightens himself, almost falling over in the process.

"I think I'll stick with Scott in that case." Cam chuckles, rolling her eyes.

"Hey! I'm tough. I could be the hero." Stiles's brows furrow while his stance deflates.

"If you say so." Cam jokes. "We can be heroes." Cam smiles, mocking the words as a reference to the million times she's made Stiles watch The Perks Of Being A Wallflower.

Stiles lets out a breath, almost deflated but he holds the smile for Cam. All he wants is to be the hero. He's suddenly turned into Scott's sidekick, the background, the background to a werewolf. And now, even in the joking imaginary scenario of a zombie apocalypse, Cam is picking Scott over him. Of all people. Cam. And if Stiles wanted to really be brutally honest with himself, the joke hurts. It hurts really bad. Worse than maybe it should and Cam doesn't even realize it.

In fact, with Stiles kneeling in front of her, the both of them petting Shep, she's starting to feel better. Maybe it's because the easy jokes with Stiles just take her mind off of the Eli Roth film in her head but maybe it's because Stiles just makes her feel safe. He's just some boy but he makes her feel safe, always has and likely always will and it's like something just pulls her to him. Ignoring him for all that time was by far the hardest thing she ever did and that makes her think of Scott and Allison because they would rather sneak around and pretend like there's nothing going on than be apart. It's like they just have to be together, regardless of the risks and that's just baffling to Cam.

"Cambridge!" A voice of relief fills the small office, gaining the attention of the teens. Cam's dad sighs with relief at the sight of Stiles and Cam just sat in the office, safe and sound. "Thank God." He says as he walks to her and hugs her the second Cam stands up. "Are you okay?" He pulls away with knitted brows and a face wrapped with concern and apathy.

"Uh, yeah, found a dead boy but I think I'm okay now." Cam shugs, not feeling much anxiety now but still uncertain how she'll feel once everything goes silent again. "I wanna go home."

"Alright, let's go. Noah said I can take you home and he'll question you if he needs to, okay?" He nods, not removing his hands from her shoulders. Cam nods in response before her dad looks to Stiles. "Thank you for coming, Stiles."

Stiles gives him a half-laugh, standing up and putting his hands in his pajama pockets. "Yeah, it's no problem, Mr. O'Riley."

"Let's go." Cam's dad, hugs her to his side, taking Shep's leash from her.

"Hey, Stiles." Cam says as they start walking out of the office. "Thanks for always coming."

"Just text me if you need anything." Stiles nods, giving her a soft smile.

The ride was silent on Cam's end, her dad trying to talk to her the entire way but not getting much out of her. In all honesty, the day was just horrible and this was icing on top of a shit cake. And she knows tomorrow won't be any better with them needing to pull the plug. It's like everything is just overflowing, one thing after another and the only thing Cam really wants to do is sleep it all away. Maybe, if she sleeps long enough, everything will be okay. She can sleep through the horror images in her head and the grief of losing her mom. Maybe she can just sleep through it all because surely that is so much better than the overwhelming feeling of agony coursing through her body.

Luckily for Cam, the ride home really wasn't long and once they got home, her dad gave up on talking to her. He left it with just saying that he loved her and he's glad she's okay which is to be expected. So, Cam just changed her clothes and made her way to her room, Shep at the foot of her bed as always. And it doesn't take long before sleep overcomes her thanks to the adrenaline crash. But, sleep is anything but peaceful.

It's dark and cold. A dripping sound echoes from behind Cam. She shouldn't be alone but she is. Why is she alone? Cam looks around only to see she's in an alley and her only company are the random rats scurrying across the ground but even they seem to disappear within seconds, as if sensing something, something bad.

Cam makes a quick turn behind her as she hears steps, long and fast. They echo just over the annoying dripping that had become a sign of comfort in the short time. It was better than silence.

This can't be happening.

Cam digs at her pocket but nothing. Not even a phone. Her pockets are empty, she has no hoodie, her backpack is nowhere to be seen. She needs to get out of here, now. She doesn't know who the steps belong to but there's something in the pit of her stomach that says she needs to run, run as fast as she can until her legs turn to linguini. But, she can't. There's a long, agonizing scream and her eyes just immediately water.

The scream sends chills down her spine and it's a scream like she's never heard before. It's one of pain and suffering, terror. Pure and unaltered terror. The cracking of the voice bangs against Cam's chest and it's like her entire body is set to flames, feeling tortuous agony as if she's the one that something just happened to. And the longer the scream goes on, it just hits her.

"Stiles?" Cam faces the direction of the scream as it starts to echo and falls silent finally. It's in the direction of the steps. "Stiles!" Cam screams, hoping he can hear her and he's just fallen and hurt himself. But there's no real reason for her to even think it would be Stiles but her gut says it is. Every instinct telling her survival of the fitness and Darwinism is being completely drowned out but her gut screaming Stiles's name.

Cam starts jogging down the long alley that's towered by brick buildings and rusty fire escapes, dripping with water. She doesn't remember it raining earlier? Did it rain? Why doesn't she remember it raining? And why does it even matter?

"Stiles! Can you hear me?" Cam calls out again but receives no answer.

Maybe he's just knocked himself out. It wouldn't be the first time.

The alley just seems to be getting darker and grimier the further she jogs. Why is this alley so long anyway? Cam looks behind her; the street that's by the entrance is barely visible. This is too long. Something isn't right and yet she finds herself still moving and following the slick pavement.

Cam comes to a crossroad where she can keep walking or turn left. If she turns left, she won't be able to just turn around and run if something happens. But, if she doesn't turn left, she may not find Stiles. If he were straight, she should have seen him, right? That's the logical explanation.

So, Cam turns left and she starts walking, hugging herself as she grows cold and the air becomes much more eerie. She'd love for Batman to swoop down right about now. She doesn't feel safe. In fact, she feels like someone is watching her, waiting for just the right moment to come down and attack. And Cam knows better. She was raised better and she was taught better but it's Stiles. He sounded like he was in pain. He's not answering. He has to be hurt. Cam shouldn't be doing this, but she has to. Something is pulling her to him and she can't let something happen to him.

Cam reaches a dead-end with an open dumpster. Still no Stiles. Where the hell is he? He has to be here. Cam knows that was his scream. Her stomach turns and her mind races as she starts to panic.

She needs someone to help. Cam can't see him and she can't hear him. She's all alone and it's wet. And she can only beg for someone, anyone to just help her. She is so helpless and hopeless right now. She wants to go home. She wants Shep. She wants everything to be okay but there's something wrong and everything hurts and her muscles tremble. And it's all so terrible.

Please, let someone come help me.

She feels tears swell up as her muscles start to tremble with fear. Tears fall as she stands in front of the slimy dumpster that seems to not have much of a scent. She wants to go home.

Maybe she can just turn around. Survival of the fittest, right? Stiles is fine. He has to be because he's Stiles and Stiles is the smartest person she knows, especially when it comes to street smarts. So, maybe she can just turn around but then a drop from an above fire escape hits her head. She uses her hand and wipes the drop, looking at her hand. And just like that, she swears she can hear the Micheal Myers music in her head.

It's a simple reflex. Something falls on your head, you feel it, and check your hand. So, simple and yet, it's set Cam into a tailspin because it is not water. The red and sticky liquid reflects off her fingers and she knows it's blood. And she is so terrified to look up but she does anyway and she hates herself for it.

No. No. No. No. No. This can't be happening. Not Stiles. Not Stiles. Please, not Stiles.

Cam jolts awake, Shep licking her face and whining beside her, clearly knowing she was having a nightmare by her tossing in her sleep. Cam lets out a breath, feeling beads of sweat on her forehead as she rests a hand on Shep's head.

"It's okay, Shep." She whispers, heart still thundering in her chest. "It was just a dream."

But, it wasn't all just a dream because she was alone with Shep by an alley. And she did find a body. It wasn't Stiles but it was a body nonetheless. And she felt completely defenseless and helpless and it is by far the worst feeling she's had so far. It's not fun and she doesn't want to feel like that. She's stronger than that but she also realizes that if this is something, someone, killing people she can't defend herself and that sends her into another world of panic.

Without even thinking, she's reaching for her phone she'd previously plugged in to charge and she goes for Stiles. He said to text him but she just had a dream that he was dead and even though Cam knows it had to be a dream, there's something about that feeling in the pit of her stomach that's sticking with her so she needs to call. And the phone rings while Cam looks at her room, catching a glimpse of sunlight coming in through her curtains, her realizing she didn't even check the time but before she can see if it's too early or too late to call Stiles, he answers the phone.

"Hey, what's up?" Stiles asks, his voice a bit chipper.

"Um..."

"Cam?"

"Sory, I just..it's stupid. I shouldn't have called." Cam closes her eyes, wincing and biting her tongue, regretting making the call.

Hearing his voice, knowing he's okay just makes her feel dumb for calling him. Of course he's fine, why wouldn't he be fine?

"Nah, what is it?" Stiles asks, pausing in his room as he was getting ready for school. Cam has never been a phone call person so there has to be something.

"I had a bad dream so...I called...you?"

"Oh." Stiles chuckles a little. "Not laughing at you."

"Yeah, sure." Cam rolls her eyes, flopping back on the bed.

"It's cute you called me because you had a nightmare." There's still laughter in his voice and Cam just rolls her eyes again. "What was it about?"

"Ha-ha, yeah it's adorable. And you died, like the body I saw."

"Oh." Stiles says, gaining himself a yikes expression. "Well, I promise you, I'm perfectly fine. Well, a little tired but I'm sure Coach will yell the tired right out of me."

Cam laughs a little at his joke. "Good point."

"Are you okay, though? Need me to come by and prove I'm alive and well?"

"Oh, no you're sarcastic comments are proof enough for me."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, but thank you. I assume by the sunlight you're either getting ready fo school or you're in the hallway ditching class so I'll let you go."

"Yeah," Stiles laughs. "I'm getting ready but it's fine, really. I'm glad you're okay though, got worried seeing your name on the caller ID."

"Sorry." Cam says with a soft chuckle. "I'm glad you're okay though."

"You still sound weird?"

"It's...dreams feel real sometimes but...I don't know. I had this feeling that wouldn't go away when I woke up. It's just weird."

"Maybe it's because of last night." Stiles offers. "What feeling?"

"I don't really know. Like...a pull I guess? I'm not...I don't know how to describe it."

"Sounds like it might just be from not getting much sleep."

"Yeah, probably. I'm gonna try and sleep more then. Thanks for picking up."

"Of course. You can call me whenever for anything."

"Thank you, Stiles. Have fun with Coach."

"It'll be a great time like riding three rollercoasters after eating four trays of cheese fries."

"Ew." Cam laughs.

"Yeah." Stiles laughs. "Oh, uh, we found Lydia last night. I know you're not really friends with her but," Stiles pauses and he's kicking himself for bringing Lydia up. He just wanted to keep Cam on the phone, talk to her a little more, but the only thing he thought of was Lydia. How stupid. "I, uh, just thought you should know. Some good news, I guess."

"Yeah, no that is good. I'm glad you found her."

"Me, too." Stiles sighs, smiling to himself a little.

"Guess you were busy being a bit of hero last night."

Stiles scoffs. "Sure."

"Finding Lydia, making sure I'm okay after seeing a dead body. Very hero-like, Stilinski."

"I guess." Stiles laughs, his cheeks tinting red. A hero.

"I'll let you go though. Thank you."

"Just text or call if you need anything."

"I will." Cam smiles to herself before hanging up, setting her phone back on the nightstand with relief filling her chest.