Audrey drove into Emma's driveway, coming in behind her. When she got out of her car, at the same time as Emma getting out of hers, she asked where Scott was.

Emma was reading Scott's text to her and told Audrey, "He says he has to check on Gabriel about something."

"Are you going to ask him why?"

Emma shook her head. "No. I just told him to head this way after he was done."

The two girls then went inside to wait for their friends.

Luckily for Scott, when he went into his room, Gabriel was already there.

Gabriel turned in his chair and asked how Noah was.

"He's doing as well as anyone is when they're falsely accused, I guess," Scot said sincerely.

Gabriel nodded his head, realizing his question was redundant. "Right…well, what are you doing back so soon?"

Scott sat on the edge of Gabriel's desk, crossing his arms over his chest, and told his roommate about he and his friends going to the precinct and being asked to leave.

"That sucks, man."

Scott nodded in agreement, "It really does."

"Why aren't you with Emma, Brooke, and Audrey?"

"Since I have one friend currently being done over by the law, I wanted to make sure on my roommate." Scott motioned his head to Gabriel's right hand.

Gabriel sighed with a "yeah", putting his hand off the desk an don his lap. "Sorry about exploding on you about it."

"No, it's okay. I wouldn't be too happy either if my hand got cut up enough for a gauze pad. What happened, anyways?"

Gabriel stood from his desk and paced from the desk to the bathroom, until he finally mustered the courage to tell Scott what happened. "I decided to quit buying weed from my dealer, but I had to go and tell him that because he told his supplier I was going to deal for him."

"Were you?" Scott was surprised by Gabriel's revelation

Gabriel shrugged. "I told him I was thinking about it and, apparently, in his mind, that means 'yes'; because when he knew I was coming over, he called his supplier."

"Oh no..."

Gabriel nodded. "Yep. So, when I told him I wasn't going to be buying or dealing," he held up his wounded hand, "the supplier wasn't too happy."

"I'm so sorry that happened to you."

"I'll heal." Gabriel said with a sigh. He then walked to Scott and put his left hand on Scott's shoulder. "Now, you won't have to worry about me getting a new stash."

Scott quirked a brow. "'New'?" He could smell the current stash in Gabriel's desk, but he had to act oblivious.

"Hey, it's not my fault they didn't ask for my current stash back."

The two chuckled together.

"Wanna finally smoke some with me?" Gabriel asked.

Scott shook his head. "I gotta go to Emma's."

"Oh!" Gabriel's eyes widened in excitement and he quickly sat back at his desk. "Do you want to give her some? We both know she likes it." Gabriel grinned from ear-to-ear as he pointed at the drawer holding the aforementioned stash.

Scott shook his head with an entertained grin and denied Gabriel's offer. He then left and went straight to Emma's home.

At Emma's house:

The girls were talking to Bruce over Emma's phone, with him on speaker.

Bruce told them his theory as to why they did not do their séance for Christopher was because his death would have been "too close to home".

"What does that mean?" Brooke asked.

"I believe," Bruce started, "you three share a 'relationship' with your supernatural sides like Parish does with his Hellhound side."

Emma shook her head. "Wait. Are we The Three Fates or are they different personalities that take over?"

Bruce sighed. "That is something you three are going to have to figure out on your own, I believe."

Audrey lay on the floor with a groan. "Great," she said to herself, sarcastically.

Emma and Brooke thanked Bruce and ended the call.

Brooke plopped down on the couch and exhaled heavily. "Well, what now? What can we do to figure this stuff out?"

Audrey shrugged and suggested, "We could get Scott to bite us like Peter did for Lydia. That brought her closer to her powers."

Brooke and Emma simultaneously said, "No."

Audrey rolled her eyes with a groan.

Emma clarified Scott would be too worried about his bite causing some adverse effect on them. She then thought about the marijuana and how it seemed to have brought her closer to nature. 'Maybe it could bring us closer to our supernatural halves.'

However, the memory of those screams from the pier rung in her mind.

She tried to fight off the memory, but it became louder and louder, until she put her hands over her ears in a failed effort to end the torment.

"Emma!" Brooke's voice stopped the torture.

Emma looked to the couch, but Brooke wasn't there.

The front door shut.

She turned and saw Brooke and Scott standing at the entrance of her home and she raced to Scott and embraced him in a tight hug.

Scott hugged back without questioning.

When Brooke walked pass, however, Scott looked at her with confusion and gestured his eyes to Emma for an answer.

Brooke shrugged and sat back on the couch.

When Emma and Scott separated, Emma sat back down and Scott went to the chair next to Audrey.

Audrey pointed at the chair and dryly told Scott she saved him a seat.

Scott chuckled and thanked her.

The girls asked Scott if he had a plan to rescue Noah and where to start searching for who the killers might be.

"For the first time since I became a Werewolf…I honestly don't know where to begin." Scott somberly and honestly told them. "I…I think we should let Acosta and his precinct handle it from here on out."

Audrey sat up, asking, "Even if they arrest Noah?"

Scott sighed, glanced to Emma, and replied, "Yes, even if he gets arrested."

"So, we will all be standing by the sidelines?" Brooke questioned.

Scott and Emma nodded.

"Fine," Brooke conceded.

"Audrey?" Emma inquired.

Audrey subtly wiped away a tear. "I don't like it, but I'll go along with your plan."

"Good," Scott said.

That night, Acosta came into the interrogation room as Noah was still in there and had fallen asleep.

"What's up?" Noah inquired.

"I'm sorry." Acosta opened the door for another officer who went behind Noah.

The officer gently lifted Noah from his chair and began to read him his Miranda Rights as he cuffed the young man.

Noah fought the urge to scream and cry as fear, paranoia, rage, and despair flooded his senses.