"So tell me, what did you and Derek talk about on the way back to the room?" Cora laid back in the hospital bed, holding the phone in her left hand, the tv remote in the other. "Oh, come on, is that really what you want to talk about right now?" Erica's voice was soft and sounded tired, no, exhausted. For the past 3 days she's been back and forth between the hospital and school. As soon as morning class is done, she visits Talia, goes back to afternoon classes, visits Cora. Erica loves the Hales like they were blood, but all the running was wearing her out. She may be a werewolf, but she's also still just a teenage girl with her own problems to worry about. Erica tried to not think about it though. She didn't want to be selfish and cause a problem between her and Cora.

"Erica?" Cora's voice rang in her ears, snapping her out of her daze. "What?" "I said I don't want to think about everything else right now. SO, spill!" Erica smiled and rolled her eyes, "We just..talked. I don't know. We were talking about him and dating." "You're not into my brother are you?" Cora's accusation caught her off guard and Erica began to stammer. When the words "Of course not," finally came out of her mouth, Cora had already began to laugh hysterically. "Oh wow, convincing Erica. Really." Erica gave a small, frustrated grunt, "I swear. I'm not into him." Erica cursed herself the moment the words left her lips. "Oh, really.. Not into him you say. Alright, who then?" Cora asked, clearly enjoying this too much. "No one, I don't even know anyone enough to like them. So..no one." Cora chuckled, "Well, you know Derek," Erica rolled her eyes, "you know Peter," it took everything in Erica to not gag at the notion she was interested in Peter. "No, no one." "Oh I find that hard to believe." Cora thought for a moment, "You also know Laura and I," "Uh, what?"

The thought of being into Cora was almost more repulsing than Peter. Not because Cora was disgusting or anything, Cora was beautiful and smart and knew what she was doing with her life, but she was also the closest thing to a sister Erica had ever had. "I'm not being serious you idiot. That'd be so weird!" Cora laughed, "Seriously though, you had that emphasis for a reason. Have you at least seen someone you find attractive?" "Well, there was-" before Erica could answer, "Cora!" Derek burst into his sister's room, followed by Scott and Isaac. "Derek, oh my god!" Cora leaped from the bed to embrace her brother. "I can't believe it...Erica..she said no one's seen you. Where have you been?" Cora pulled Derek tight again, not wanting to let go.

"Here, I've been here, just on a different floor. They wouldn't let anyone see me, that's why she thought I was gone. Cora, are you okay?" Derek held back his sister as he assessed her body, searching for any sign of a burn. "Have you talked to mom?" Derek asked as he walked his sister back to her bed and sat down. "No, but Erica has gone to see her everyday-" "Erica? How, they wouldn't let anyone in my room?" Cora let out a small laugh. "Derek, think about it, do you really think all of Stilinski's young, male deputies could say no to her?" Derek was confused at first, then remembered how well Erica's body took the bite.

"Wait, do you hear that?" Isaac stepped forward, turning his head side to side, listening for the faint voice her thought he heard. "Hear what?" Derek stood, claws at the ready. "Someone's calling for Cora, I just keep hearing her name.." He stepped closer to Derek and Cora, "It...sounds like Erica.." "Is she hurt?!" Scott shot up from the chair he was once sitting in. "Hurt? No, she can't be," Cora shook her head. "I was just on the pho-" Cora jumped up from the bed and yanked the blankets this way and that until she found the phone. "Erica? Erica!" "Cora what the hell is going on? Who are you talking to?" "Wow, I am so sorry Erica," Cora tried to contain her laughter. "Sorry, look, Derek just." "Wait Derek's there?!" "Yes, he came in with Isaac and Scott, I'll call you back later okay?" "Wait, Cora-" "Later, I promise!" Cora hung up the phone and sat it on the table. "Are the voices gone now Isaac?" Cora said with a smile.

"Listen, Cora, I know..you probably don't want to talk about it, I don't either, but we went back to the house." The smile that had been plastered on Cora's face for over an hour now instantly faded. "Derek," "Wait, just listen. We went back. We found footprints and-" "And those led us up to the house, to the windows, there was-" Isaac stopped speaking as he felt glaring eyes on him, turning to Derek, "Sorry.." Derek rolled his eyes. "Anyways, we found empty screw holes outside of every window." Cora's face showed confusion, "What does that mean?" she asked. "I'm not sure, but I have an idea. Now listen, this is extremely important, the night of the fire, when you and Peter were trying to escape, did either of you try to get out of one of the windows on the first floor?"

"I did." Peter Hale stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. "I even tried the front door," he shook his head, "nothing. It wouldn't budge." Peter crossed the room and looked at Scott, raising an eyebrow he motioned for the boy to get out of his seat. Scott stood and walked towards the counter, sitting on top of it as Peter sat down in his chair. "That's why I took Cora upstairs. I figured they would have thought the fire would spread fast enough to keep anyone from leaving downstairs." Derek cocked his head to the side a bit, "What do you mean they?" Peter sighed, "The hunters."

"Look, Stilinski's willing to let us go to other rooms, but he is not going to let us leave the hospital." Peter said, pulling on a boot and walking to look out the door's window to the officer sitting down the hall, half asleep. "Then again," he sighed, "theses boys he has watching us aren't exactly the cream of the crop, I suppose we can just walk out." "No," Cora emerged from the bathroom and threw her hospital gown on the bed. "We need to be careful. How do we get out of here?" she turned to her brother. "Well, there's the window?" Isaac offered. "The window?" Peter repeated, "We almost died from a 2 story drop, do you really think we could survive one from 3?" Peter squinted at the beta, amazed that Derek chose such an imbecile as part of his pack.

Isaac dropped his head and curled back into himself on the floor where he sat. "No, no window.." he paused for a moment. "We'll just go down the stairwell. If we can get downstairs to the basement, then we can use the morgue entrance to leave from." Derek and Cora were the first ones to leave the room, making their way to the far hallway, then motioning for the rest to follow them down and out of the building.

As the group made their way through the forest, Isaac caught something. "Wait." They all stopped, "What is it?" Derek asked. "Do you guys smell that?" Isaac asked. Peter sniffed the air surrounding them, "What do you feel?" He turned to Scott. "Uh.." Peter rolled his eyes, "Anger, Scott. Someone with a lot of rage was just here." "What kind of rage?" Cora asked. "The kind you get from a failed assassination attempt?" Isaac held up a small, leather string with a silver pendant on it. "What is that?" Scott asked. Peter took the broken necklace from Isaac and held the pendant up to his eyes, "I'm not sure." Peter shoved the pendant deep into his pocket and began making his way though the woods and back to what was left of his home.