Ezra's POV:

I'm in the kitchen making coffee when my phone buzzes. The ID reads Emily Fields. I open the text and my heart starts to pound. I check the time – it's only 10:30am, what are they doing out of school at this time?

Now I'm stuck. I have a choice between staying here in case Aria wakes up or going to help Emily. But I promised I'd help the girls and I know how dangerous A can be. I leave my coffee and check on Aria. She's still sound asleep. She's probably so comfortable I'll be back before she's awake.

I run out of the door, texting Emily back as I hurry down the steps. I'm coming, don't worry. Just keep moving.

Luckily, she's only at the cemetery. It's not too far from my apartment. I leave the building and run down the street, almost knocking someone over on the way. My head is pounding against my chest. What if A gets to Emily before I do? After what he or she has done to Aria and they still haven't stopped, I know A means business.

I enter the cemetery, run through the gates and stop. It's deadly silent. I walk through the rows of graves, listening to the whisk of cars getting further and further away. I don't dare to call out to Emily, so I text her instead. I'm here. Where are you? Have you seen A?

I hurry through the cemetery looking for Emily or A. Not that I really know what I'm really looking for when I think of A. They could be dressed completely normal and I wouldn't know. But I'm not letting whoever it is get away with what they've already done. It's gone far enough and it needs to stop. Today.

My phone buzzes and I open the text from Emily without even thinking about it. I'm at Alison's grave. A knows I'm there. Please hurry.

Alison's grave. I suppose that's the only place she'd think to go – I know for sure that no one she knows is buried here. It makes sense she'd go there, though it was probably self conscious. But somewhere, A is shadowing her.

I know where Alison's grave is – we had a memorial service for her and the whole school laid flowers on her grave. It's hard to forget a sight like that – one of your own pupils, someone you once taught, such a bright, cheerful girl... and then all of a sudden you're laying flowers down for her. But she had a lot of secrets. I knew there was something different about her from the very first time I helped her with an essay. She hid her true personality well, behind that happy, hard working girl she came across as, there was someone else there. Someone that wasn't as nice as the girl she showed herself off to be.

I'm approaching Alison's grave and move carefully now, trying to catch sight of anyone. There's no one in sight as I move closer and closer to the grave. Then Emily comes into view. She's standing my Alison's grave, facing the opposite way to me. She's turning her head around frantically, like she's trying to find someone. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a figure, dressed completely in black, slowly edging away from Emily, very obviously trying to not make any noise. It's A. I'm sure of it.

This is it. This is my only chance. I take off in a sprint straight towards her, and without thinking call out to Emily. "Emily!" I shout. "Emily, follow me!"

That's all I have time to say before A sees me, turning a pale face towards me, her eyes covered with dark sunglasses, covering almost her whole face. But it's definitely a girl.

She takes off at a sprint towards the back gate, which isn't too far from her. I force myself to run harder, stretching my legs as far as I can to try and reach A.

Just as I reach the gates, reading to sprint out after her, I crash straight into a teary eyed woman, carrying flowers, knocking her to the ground. It's long enough for me to look up and see that A has vanished. "Damn it." I say, then turn back to the woman. "I'm so sorry." I say, helping her up.

"It's... okay." She says, taking my hand then hurrying off, just as Emily approaches me.

"Did you see A?" She asks, stopping in front of me.

I nod. "A's definitely a girl. She made a run for it down there." I say, gesturing towards the direction in which A ran. "I would have caught up with her." I say, angry with myself.

Emily shakes her head. "No, it's okay. We weren't trying to get that out of doing this, anyway." She says. She always seems to know the right thing to say.

I sigh. "Call the others, tell them to meet at my apartment – Aria's there."

We start walking back to my apartment and she nods. "Then you can tell us a bit more about A." She says. "So far, all we know is that she's not planning on stopping."

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I read the text, suspecting it will be from Aria.

I see you're trying to keep up your good reputation, helping out students in need. A lot of parents respect you... if only they knew what's really going on. –A

"And," I say. "That I'm involved."