I want to start by saying I AM GENUINELY OKAY WITH THE FINALE.. I think Cece makes complete sense. There were a couple plot holes, but overall they weren't bad at all!

But this is something that I think a lot of people need to hear for their own sanity. This is how the reveal could have gone if someone else had been A. It's almost DONE, but I'm not sure if I'm going to post the rest or not. I guess it depends on the response, because I get the impression that a lot of people are upset about the finale. So I don't know how many people will read.

My other stories. "Remember Me will be updated as fast as I can get it. I just am not in the same headspace as when I started and I'm struggling to get it where I need it to go. I may take it down while I think, but have hope friends. I will update it soon. Heroes Don't Look Like They Used to is pretty much done. I just need to proofread, change a couple things, and I'll post it tonight. There's an important Author's Note in that one, so read it!

ANYWAY, let me know what you think and if you think that I should continue. But as you consider that, just know that in true ME fashion, I cannot promise you a happy ending to this.

SPOV

Her mind was anywhere but on A as they examined the vault-like room they were trapped in. Maybe it was poor timing, but the white washed walls, the anonymity, and the technology were all reminiscent of the Philadelphia branch of the law office that her parents owned. She had only been once, a few weeks into her Junior year, when A meant nothing but nasty texts and spilled secrets. It was funny how she longed for the beginning of what was the most trying time of her life. If only she could warn her past self about what was to come.

She clutched the manila envelop to herself, not willing to deal with the verbal barrage she was sure to get later of the documents were creased or wrinkled. God forbid the Hastings produce anything that was less than perfect.

She perked up as she rounded the hall outside of her mom's office. She took particular care on her appearance and demeanor today. Maybe if the family matriarch saw that she looking like a Hastings she would invite her to dinner in the city. She admired her reflection her her mom's office door. She looked pretty good. Melissa would have somehow managed to wrangle her curls in a more appealing manner, but she was sure that she looked acceptable enough to garnish her mother's approval.

She knocked on the door and waited for some kind of invitation to enter. She took the muffled grunt she heard for approval and pushed through the heavy door. "Mom? I brought the Johnson brief you needed."

Her mom looked up, haggard and relieved. "Thank you sweetheart. I need to get out of her, but I can't finish this document without that. Perfect timing."

She nodded, lingering in the doorway. "Mom?"

She looked back up again. "Mmm? Oh do you need money for the train? Let me get my purse. I'll be home late, so I can slip in a little more. Maybe you can get dinner with your friends? My treat."

"What are you doing?" She asked softly, trying to ignore the sharp sting of disappointment in her stomach.

"Oh!" She smiled. "I forgot to tell you. Your sister has a new boyfriend. Some doctor. We're taking them out to dinner. They should actually be here anytime."

The money was heavy in her hand. She had to get out of her before she cried. Would there ever be a time when her parents put her and Melissa on an equal footing? Because right now Melissa was on a pedestal so high that she'd break her neck if she fell off of it. There was no way that Spencer would ever be able to measure up. Why did she even try?

Somehow, while she was lost to the memories, Mona had managed to get some kind of feed on the screen. Alison... A... they were in the same room. And for the life of her she couldn't bring herself to worry about Alison. All that she felt right now was frustration. Because she knew him. She knew that she knew A, and she couldn't figure it out. What was she missing?

She stared at the screen, analyzing every part of the man who faced the window, the one that had been tormenting them for years. Who could it be? Because surely it had to be someone that they knew. A stranger wouldn't do this to four random girls. No, what A was doing to them was personal.

But even in the midst of all the chaos the guilt still weighed heavily in her stomach. She had told Toby that she wouldn't go. She told him and then she did it anyway. She was the worst. And the longer they were here the more she was regretting that particular decision. Maybe they should have waited for him?

"Who is that?" Hanna whispered, like they could hear her.

"I don't know," Mona immediately replied, "but they're in Radley."

She noticed the small R against the door frame as soon as Mona uttered the words. "That doesn't help if we can't get out of here. Maybe..." She eyed the blinking lights apprehensively. There was something off there, but she wasn't sure what it was.

Alison's eyes lingered off camera. "What did you do?" Her head whipped toward A's silhouette. "What did you do?"

The camera flickered lightning quickly from Alison and A, but it was long enough to cause her to nearly fall to her trembling knees. The blank, dead faces of the DiLaurentis men were seared in her mind, even though they were no longer on the screen. She didn't particularly care about Kenneth DiLaurentis, but she absolutely did care about Jason, the only person in her family that made her feel worthwhile. He couldn't- he couldn't possibly be gone.

"Don't be so dramatic, Ali. They're not dead, they're just a little drugged up."

The same eerie feeling she got back in the dollhouse. There was something familiar about him. The slant of his shoulder, the height, the body... she knew Charles. She knew that she did, but she didn't recognize the anonymous figure's detached voice. She was sure that she heard it before, but it didn't belong to anyone that immediately came to mind. It was like the answer to a long forgotten decathlon question, the word she was searching for just barely tickling the back of her mind. "I know him," she whispered to herself. "I know that I know him."

She sucked in a anticipatory breath as the hooded figure swooped around. But as the baby face and mop of brown curls registered in her mind she wished that he would turn back around.

"Wren?" Hanna shrieked. "Please tell me I'm dreaming. Someone pinch me, okay?"

"Where's his accent?" Emily whispered. "He doesn't have an accent right? I'm not imagining this..."

Wren. Wren was A. She stared at the face of the boy that, if it weren't for Toby, she very may well have fallen for. The boy who held her up when she didn't want to keep going, the boy who chose her over Melissa, the one who helped her get through her dark times... he was A? He was still talking, but she was in shock. She was hearing none of it. Wren. Wren.

She cared about him. She didn't love him, but she could have. It actually terrified her how much she could have. If she hadn't had Toby... if she hadn't known and felt what real, true, pure love was like... Wren might have seemed like an option. At the time she thought that he had genuinely cared for her... but now she wasn't so sure. But what she did know was that while this felt like a betrayal of epic proportions, nothing would ever top that cold, rainy November. This felt like a bee sting in comparison, and that was what she had to focus on or else she would go insane.

"I thought you were into me?" Even as the words came out of her mouth, she knew that Wren wasn't who she wanted. She just wanted Toby, but she wanted Toby to be safe more than she wanted him. That was not her primary concern when it came to Wren.

His lips were right above hers. "I am. Very much so. That's why I can't do this."

She flopped back on the couch, playing at being annoyed, but she was secretly relieved. Wren wasn't who she wanted. Maybe in another world he would be perfect. The kind of guy, if she hadn't stolen him from her sister, that would fit in with her family. The kind of guy her parents would be proud to introduce at their social events. She could just hear them. Our daughter, dating the doctor. She could even have made them proud for a second, if not for the only time in her whole life. The only time she ever outshined Melissa.

But Wren wasn't who she wanted. She wanted Toby, and she wasn't sure that she would ever be able to turn that off.

She only tore herself from her memories when a shocked squeak came from Aria. She looked back up at the screen and started at the literal eye contact she was making with her nightmare come true. She always knew that A had to be someone close to them, but Wren? Wren? Wren's lips shifted into an eerie grin. "God help the mister who gets between me and my sister."

In that moment she felt true fear the likes of which she wasn't sure that she had ever felt. When she thought Toby was dead all she felt was anguish. When Hanna got hit by the car she felt rage. When Wren antagonized them she was determined to find a way to end it. But when she looked into Wren's crazed eyes, and listened to the voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, she felt deep, primal fear. Why was he doing this? Why was he letting them see his face?

She had heard enough. "I don't know what the hell he's planning, but we need to get to Radley before he has a chance to do it."

"Little problem, Spence," Aria interjected. "We're trapped, and it doesn't sound like Sara is making much headway on getting us out of here."

"She probably ran off to get another shower," Hanna mumbled, pointedly looking at Emily. In another crowd Hanna's reaction would seem inappropriate, but she knew that the blonde dealt with angst by upping the sarcasm and humor. If anyone had as much reason as she did to be upset it was Hanna. They had both nearly fallen for Downton Abbey.

Spencer did waste anytime. "This panel's different," she gestured to the one that seemed off earlier. She had to keep going or she was going to curl up in a ball and never move again. "The other ones are blinking randomly, but this one's static. It has to mean something."

Mona's eyes never left the screen as she slipped a club looking thing out of the folds of her cloak. "I stole this from a cop in Scranton. Break the glass and go. I have to stay."

"Mona," Hanna implored. "We can't leave you behind."

"And I can't go," Mona said immediately. "I need to know how this ends."

For the second time in a night Spencer was tuning out the rest of the world. She would rather not know how it ends, if she were being honest. Because Wren, if absolutely nothing else, had to be the smartest person she knew outside of Mona and her immediate family. He couldn't have a good end for this night. He had kept this game going for years. He wasn't giving up because he was tired. He had a plan.