"You think Brandon and Piper have come back from the dead?" Scott asked Noah, the two in Scott's room while he is free from classes. Scott folded his arms and leaned against the wall as he sat on his bed, looking at Noah who was sitting at Scott's desk.

Noah shrugged and said, "It's not the craziest thing in the world." He put out his hand, gesturing to Scott as he continued, "Peter came back to life."

"Yeah; but Peter is supernatural, had a Banshee help bring him back, and it only happened thanks to the worm moon."

"Which happens in March and we're past March!"

Scott rolled his eyes and stood up from his bed. "I'll entertain you. Get me something of Margaret's, I'll smell it, and then I'll sniff out Piper. If I can't smell her scent, then she and Brandon are not back from the dead."

Noah stood, pointing at Scott, "Unless, Brandon never died."

Scott flashed his red Alpha eyes, with maniacal grin, at Noah.

Noah was shocked, but immediately turned it to humor. "Hey," he smiled and gently hit Scott on the chest with his palm, "I'm going to go home and work on my podcast for tonight."

Scott agreed that he should do that and Noah went home.

After Red's death, Acosta decided to allow Christopher to live with Audrey and her family as temporary residence.

Christopher was trying to take a nap on his bed, ignoring any and all homework, until Audrey came into the room.

Audrey was wearing nothing but a bathrobe when she came inside. "Hey," she said seductively.

Christopher was clearly surprised by her 'outfit' and sputtered out a, "Hey."

She sensually sauntered to him, straddled over his lap, and let the top of the robe slip down to her hips; revealing her topless torso.

Christopher squeaked an, "Oh."

Audrey giggled, put her hands on either side of Christopher's pillow, and slowly lowered her face towards his.

"Why are you doing this?" He quickly asked.

"Because I want you to be happy," Audrey smiled with her response.

Christopher turned from her kiss, having her kiss his cheek instead. "Is that the only reason?" He asked, in a mildly cold manner.

Audrey brought herself up, gently sitting on his legs, and asked what he meant.

He slipped his legs from under her and sat cross legged.

Not looking her in the eyes, Christopher asked, "Are you only doing this to make me 'happy'?" Emphasizing the last word with some annoyance.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Audrey asked, confusion riddling her face and hurt coming from her voice.

Christopher directed his gaze into her eyes. "I don't want to have sex with you for some emotional or physical gratification. I don't want you to have sex with me because you think it will help with how I feel about the death of my adopted family-"

"That's not-"

"I know," Christopher then sighed. "I want us to have sex when we are both ready."

Audrey put her robe all the way back on. "And you're not ready?"

"All of this that has been happening has made me realize that I would rather be with someone in that way if I…loved them."

Audrey wrapped her arms around Christopher's neck, lay her head on his shoulder, and sat on his leg; embracing him lovingly.

"I didn't really grieve the death of my mom and dad because, I think, it all happened so fast…I just didn't have much of a chance to let it sink in," Christopher told Audrey and then a sob quaked through his body, making her hold him tighter. As tears ran down his face, Christopher's voice cracked as he said, "Red and Emily's deaths brought out everything and I don't know how to handle it, because I'm mourning the death of four people now…"

Audrey gently pushed Christopher to lay down, placed her head on his chest, and said, "Keep telling me how you feel, I'm not going anywhere."

Saturday finally came, Scott ignored a call from Theo, being reminded of the broken promise he made to not let what happens in Lakewood distract him from Monroe; but he decided to disregard his guilt and continue to help Emma and the others.

Emma and Margaret put up Emma's pictures around the house and when they were finished, Margaret decided to question Emma about why she hasn't heard about her friends besides Scott.

Emma explained the reasoning behind her friend's absence.

Margaret hugged Emma and assured her, "If they are truly your friends, then they will come back to you soon enough."

Emma hugged back and asked, "But what do I do about the pain I feel now?"

Margaret let her know that was up to her to find out.

The wind blew loudly outside and Emma got an idea.

Minutes later, she was let into Scott's dorm room by Gabriel.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Gabriel asked with a smile.

Emma requested if she could come into the dorm room and Gabriel allowed her inside. There she then inquired about Gabriel's marijuana.

"I don't know," Gabriel shifted awkwardly as he barely sat on his desk. "The last time we smoked together, you got weird and predicted the wind blowing."

Emma shrugged off the incident by saying, "Oh, I just did that because I saw a photographer do it. Trust me, it was just a lucky guess." She didn't care about lying, she just wanted to feel euphoric like she did that first time.

Gabriel shrugged and slightly chuckled. "All right," he then got under Scott's bed and pulled out a clear baggie with two brownies inside. "Luckily for you, I made these edibles last night. Good thing Scott doesn't know what I was doing, I'm pretty sure he's against my habits." Gabriel chuckled once more.

Emma giggled along, but was more amused at the fact that Scott had to know what Gabriel was making thanks to his heightened senses.

A while after eating the brownies, Emma opted to go outside and Gabriel followed.

Once on the ground, Emma began to run her hands and rub her face in the grass.

"I feel so close to nature right now," Emma cooed.

"I see that, star child," Gabriel teased.

Emma could sense the wind about to blow, but chose to not count it down or acknowledge how weird it was for her to sense it.

When the wind blew over her, she heard unintelligible whispers coming from the gust.

Emma turned to Gabriel and asked why he was whispering.

The high college student said he wasn't whispering and Emma cautiously sat up.

"What is it?" Gabriel questioned her.

Emma ran off to her car, without saying a word to Gabriel.

He chuckled. "Okay," he said to himself.

After convincing Scott to go with him to Emma's home, Noah drove Scott there, with a new plan for how Scott will get Margaret's scent.

"This isn't going to work," Scott said as they came up to Emma's house.

Noah shrugged as he pulled into the driveway. "Well, it's too late now, we're already here." He parked behind Margaret's car and grinned at Scott.

Scott scoffed and stepped out of the vehicle, going to the front door to execute Noah's plan.

He knocked on the door and after a few seconds, Margaret answered.

"Scott," Margaret smiled, "hello. What can I do for you?" She fully opened her door and stood to the side just in case the young man wanted to come inside.

"I was just wondering if Emma was home," Scott forced a smile with his answer.

"Oh," Margaret looked back into her home, not knowing what to say or do in the situation.

Scott took this chance to bring his face slightly closer to Margaret and began sniffing at her.

Margaret turned before Scott could bring his head back. She chuckled awkwardly and said, "You know, you could have TEXTED Emma to see if she was home."

Scott shrugged with a fake smile. "I wanted to be different."

They looked away from the other during the awkward moment of silence.

The silence ended as quickly as it began, with Margaret saying, "Well, that sure was different, but Emma isn't home." She tried to make the situation less awkward by smiling, but that made it a bit more awkward.

Scott nodded, still looking at the ground. "Right." He brought his attention back to Margaret, about to announce his departure.

"Would you like for me to tell Emma you were here?"

Scott immediately shook his head as he told her, "No, that's okay. I'll just text Emma like you said."

"All right," Margaret said, as they both shifted uncomfortably. "I guess I will talk to you later."

"Yes ma'am," Scott took the hint and started backing away. "See you soon." He went back to Noah's car, trying not to rush.

Margaret immediately closed her door.

Scott got into the car and saw Noah with his face against the steering wheel.

Noah, keeping his head on the steering wheel, turned to Scott, saying, "That was so awkward."

"Let's just get out of here so we can see if your theory holds up."

Noah drove off and rolled down the window so Scott could put his head out and smell for Piper.

After a few sniffs, Scott sat back in his seat and rolled up his window.

"Well?" Noah asked.

Scott shook his head. "I didn't smell Piper, but I smelt Emma and she's freaking out for some reason."

Noah became somewhat worried. "Do you know where she is or where she's going?"

Scott rolled his window back down. "I'll track her scent."

With Emma:

Emma went to the infamous lake of Lakewood, stripped down to nothing but her underwear and walked along the pier.

She kept wondering what it was that allowed her to hear those whispers, but couldn't think of anything. The pier creaked underneath one of her steps and she heard the sound of a painful yell, like someone was being murdered.

Emma stumbled back with a gasp, flashing back to her fight against Piper on that very pier.

After a second of calming down, Emma steeled herself and ran off the pier, over the slow moving reconstruction and into the water.

Emma floated up to the surface, keeping her eyes closed, enjoying the coolness of the water as the ripples in the water gently lapped against her cheeks. When the ripples subsided, Emma inhaled and exhaled deeply, finally steadying herself.

She opened her eyes and instead of a clear blue sky, she saw Lakewood's Nemeton.

"You," her voice quivered as she realized she was no longer in the lake and instead stood in the woods where she found and dipped her hand into Kieran's corpse.

"Emma."

She heard a stern low voice come from the Nemeton, shocking her to the core and leaving her motionless.

"Emma!" Now, she heard two voices.

The dark woods around Emma was being distorted by a light with no discernible origin, getting brighter, as the two voices calling out her name became one, bringing her back to the lake she was still floating in.

"Emma!" Scott yelled from the pier.

"Scott," Emma said to herself before she swam towards him.

Scott helped Emma onto the pier and when she noticed Noah, she tried to cover herself.

Noah awkwardly and barely chuckled, handing Emma her clothes, with a genuine, "Here you go."

Emma put her clothes over her wet body and ignored all discomfort from both the dampening clothes, and the situation at hand.

"What were you doing?" Scott asked as Emma was putting on her socks and shoes.

"I'll tell you on the way to the animal clinic. Is Bruce still there?"

Scott told her Bruce might still be at work.

"Listen," Noah got the other twos attention, "I would love to go," sincerity clearly in his voice, "but I've got to meet someone soon." He looked to Emma apologetically, he felt torn up about leaving her yet again, so he waited for her to give him some sort of approval…

Emma gave him a small smile and nodded.

As Noah backed away, he pointed both his index fingers at Scott and Emma, telling them to text him the details later.

On the way to the clinic, Emma told Scott everything: predicting the wind blowing, why she wanted to get high again, how close she felt to nature in her high state of being, the whispers from the wind, the scream at the pier, and seeing the Nemeton in another vision.

She concluded it with saying, "I don't think we should have glossed over that cut I had on my hand being healed by dirt."

They then told everything Emma had told Scott.

Bruce folded his arms and said, "As always, I have an idea, but I'll have to double check to make sure."

Scott grinned. "Dr. Deaton always had an answer the first time we asked."

"Well," Bruce put his hands on his hips, "I like to be absolutely certain."

That gained a chuckle out of Emma and Scott.

"But," Bruce continued, "this does make me believe that Emma is more than just one-third of The Moirai; and if that's true, then I'm positive the same will be true about Audrey and Brooke."

With Noah:

Noah arrived at the Grindhouse and went straight to the table Hector was occupying.

From there they started talking about all the future horror remakes and sequels that were being reported on and Noah invited Hector to be on an episode of The Morgue.

Hector chuckled in astonishment and asked excitedly, "Are you serious? What would we talk about?"

Noah smiled widely at Hector's surprise and enthusiasm. "We'll talk about what we just discussed. Except, hopefully, in further detail. I'll pull up links and trailers just for us to comment on."

"That sounds great, when are you thinking about doing this?"

"Saturday night; if you don't have too much to grade or plan for next week, of course."

Hector snorted, waving off Noah. "I'll make sure to have it all done before the time comes."

"Awesome," Noah stood to leave. "I'll see you Saturday then."

"See ya then," Hector winked.

That night, Christopher woke up to a phone call from an unknown number.

Too tired to think about the phone call, Christopher answered it. "Hello?" He groggily asked.

From the other line he heard the artificial voice of Lakewood's killer sing, "I killed them, I killed them." Ending the taunt with a malicious laugh.

"You son of a bitch," Christopher sat up, fully awake. "Where are you?" His voice seethed with hate.

"Look out your window."

He went to his window and looked out to the yard, seeing Father Death holding two machetes.

"Wanna fight me?" The killer questioned.

"Where's your phone?"

Ghost Face mocked a gasp. "You caught me. That's my colleague. I'M right here."

Christopher noticed a car flash its lights as soon as Ghost Face finished his sentence.

"What makes you think I'm dumb enough to go outside and be ambushed by the two people who killed my adopted parents?"

"Oh, I'm not staying. I've got somewhere else to be, but if you don't come down one minute after my departure, then I'll come back and help my friend kill you."

Ghost Face hung up the phone and Christopher saw the car drive away.

He quickly got a change of clothes and shoes on, and ran down the stairs. When he walked passed the living room, he saw Audrey and her parents sitting on the couch with their heads down.

"Audrey!" Christopher's heart leapt with fear at the sight and he dashed to the couch. He pulled back their heads and saw they were all still alive, but they were unconscious with duct tape over their mouths.

He hurried outside and a machete was thrown next to his head, being planted into the wooden doorway of the house. Christopher kept his eyes on Father Death as he yanked the machete from the splintered wood. He stalked towards his opponent and stopped a few feet away.

Father Death rushed Christopher and raised his machete.

Christopher quickly slashed the killer's hand, cutting open the base of their right thumb, and causing them to drop their machete. Christopher slashed at the mask, but his attack was ducked.

Father Death tackled the teen to the ground and the two wrestled for the other machete.

Despite having his hand cut, the killer was able to over power Christopher and turned the blade down to the teen.

Christopher struggled, but it was no use. "I love you, Audrey," he said just before the blade was plunged into his chest.

The killer pushed the blade deeper, stood, and stomped onto it, forcing it through the boy and into the ground.

Blood splattered Christopher's face as he coughed it up with his dying breaths. He turned his head to watch his murderer get the second machete from the ground.

As Father Death stood over Christopher with the machete raised over their head, the dying teen said one last thing…

"Scott and Emma will stop you."

Father Death decapitated Christopher.

The murderer dragged the corps onto the road, kicked the head out of the yard, and went inside the house to wash out the blood in the grass with the sprinklers. He then sent his accomplice a message, 'Finished. Come get me.'

Later, as Scott was doing homework, Gabriel barged into the room and slammed the door.

"Is everything okay?" Scott asked after jumping at Gabriel's sudden outburst.

"I'm fine," the usual cheerful Gabriel answered harshly as he grabbed bed-wear from his dresser.

Scott smelled blood and saw a gauze with tape over the base of Gabriel's right thumb. "Are you sure?" Scott pushed his luck.

"Yes!" Gabriel shouted and stormed into the bathroom, slamming that door as well.

Scott decided to calm himself with some music through his ear plugs as he continued his work.

The next morning, Noah woke up to gentle shake of Acosta's hand on his chest.

When he saw Acosta in uniform, Noah immediately sat up and looked around to make sure he was in his room.

"Calm down, Noah," Acosta's voice was soothing as he knelt next to the bed, but Noah's heart raced anyways.

"What's going on?" Noah asked and as he went to run his hand through his hair, he felt something weak on his cheek.

Noah pulled back his hand and saw blood. "What the hell!? Am I bleeding!?" He checked his face with his hand for any wounds.

"No, it's not your blood," Acosta spoke a bit louder, unable to keep his smooth demeanor as Noah escalated the situation by yelling and subsequently freaking out.

"What the hell happened!?" Noah demanded.

Acosta sighed and replied, "I was hoping you could tell me." He nodded to Noah's window.

Noah pulled back the blind and saw an officer remove the decapitated head of Steve Orth from the outside of his window.