Isaac was right about the stars. It was a good night to see them, and I could tell that as I followed him running through the woods even before we were stopping at his supposed spot.

Suddenly, there were more trees and I was dodging around them and over fallen braches before pushing my way through a patch of leaves and emerging into this clear area.

Isaac was already standing there facing me, his eyes glowing and a soft smile on his lips. I looked around. All around us there was nothing but stars.

"Wow." I said not caring how cliché it might've been. 'Wow' was right. This place was pretty beautiful, and something about it was so charming and familiar, like I had seen it in a-

I stopped walking.

Out of the corner of my eye, I immediately saw Isaac's face fall.

"What is it?" he asked. He looked up and around like maybe he thought I had heard something or someone coming, but that was far from what it was.

"Isaac…" I said, still frozen. "I've been here before." It was like I couldn't help waiting there, standing like I was preparing for something, I'm not even sure what, to happen. Like maybe Derek would walk out from behind us and tell me not to jump, or maybe the edge of the cliff that was now within my view that I was staring straight at would fill to the brim with water. And then I would hear that girl scream.

"It was here, wasn't it."

I turned. Isaac's eyes were wide and his eyebrows rose slightly. "This is where that dream takes place."

All I could do is nod.

"But you've never seen it in real life."

"No, not that I remember." I let myself fall down to the ground, bending my legs around in a criss-cross style. "I found out something else about what I've been seeing." I admitted, picking at the grass. Isaac sat himself next to me and his mouth hung open just a bit before he asked the words, "What's that?"

My brows knotted together as I spoke. "It has something to do with me. Like all of them somehow involve me without actually involving me. Trust me, I know it's confusing- I was too."

Isaac was quite. I knew what the first thing he was thinking was.

"I only saw your father in my dream before I knew you because I was going to know you later in life." I said, looking over to him. "It wasn't random or a coincidence. It's the futures of others just as much as a piece of my own."

"How did you figure that?" he asked more curious than I had anticipated. I blinked.

"I visited Deaton after school today; I just had a couple more questions."

Why did I just say that? I hated more than I can possibly convey that I had just lied to Isaac but what else was I supposed to say? Oh yeah my adoptive guardian slash alpha Deucalion is having me watch over you and I lied about where I came from and my entire life basically? It was obvious that I wasn't supposed to tell anyone that I was sent to Beacon Hills High under Deucalion's watchful eye but now that I thought about it… why was it such a huge deal? Here I was, lying to this guy I really liked when he was completely oblivious that I knew his entire past as well as the backgrounds of all his friends, all for a reason I still didn't fully understand. Yeah it was for everyone's benefit and to make sure nothing was going to happen, but why? What was going to happen?

"Kalel?"

I blinked back into reality.

"I just…" I wasn't sure where I was going with my sentence when I started talking. "I understand why that dream made sense I suppose. And now this new one had lead me here, to this place. Where I've never been before and I don't understand why. There's no one here except for Derek on occasion. And myself."

"What if that's it?"

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "What if what's it?"

"Like you said before, the dream always somehow affects you personally. What if this one just involves you? Yeah my dad showed up before and Derek is tell you not to jump off, but what if the entire dream is just based around you and what you choose to do."

I stared at him for a moment longer. "But how do I know what I'm supposed to do. All I keep getting is signs and pieces. They always lead me to these problems that I'm supposed to fix and I don't even know what they are before they've already happened." I didn't for it to happen, but towards the end my voice cracked as I threw my hands down in my lap in defeat. "I mean, what's the point in having this ability to do this just to fail at trying to figure out what it all means?"

"You're not failing." Isaac said and he had an arm around me, sitting closer. My heart might've skipped had it not felt so heavy. I leaned my head against his chest. "You're doing the best you can. And don't you remember? I said we were going to figure it out, and I meant that. You're not alone in this, Kalel."

Alone.

What a word that was to hear, let alone be used in that context. I was after my parents died. I was alone for two weeks which still remain a blur of anxiety and panic that I've buried deep within the file cabinets in the bottom of my psyche. I had the twins and Kali in the house, but it's hard not to feel alone when you feel like the entire world is trying to keep some big secret from you. Deucalion claimed to have everyone's best interest in mind, but here I was, questioning myself and the entire purpose of why I was even here. It was that sort of thing kind of makes it harder to believe that the category of 'everyone' really even involved me. Suddenly the words, I don't need anybody else resurfaced in my ears.

I had myself entirely convinced that I was better off alone.

And then suddenly someone was sitting next to me, telling my otherwise for the first time in as long as I could bear to remember.

I looked up at Isaac, my lips parted by mere millimeters and my eyes empty. I could tell I startled him by the way his arm around me jerked, unsure if I was looking at him because I had just become aware of the fact that he had gotten this close to me. My mind blanked for a second and I was stuck there, awestruck over the way his blue eyes still somehow managed to be shine in the dark.

In a voice so quiet I wasn't sure if he could hear, I said, "You don't have to do that." I was shaking my head at this point. "You don't know what you're getting yourself involved with. You-"

"Know what it's like to have no one." He finished.

He didn't know I knew the details of his father, but it still stung like he did.

I let him keep speaking. "And besides, why else would our paths have crossed if there wasn't some reason why?"

My heart panged with guilt. He was so trusting towards me and I was no unworthy of being trusted by anyone, let alone someone as willing as he was help me.

"We have to get Derek to listen." I said. "I know he has something to do with this, I can feel it."

"Then let's go pay him a visit then." Isaad said, standing. He reached out a hand and I took it, feeling him pull me to my feet. I took a step forward and a hand out flat, palm out as a means of steadying myself, but it ended up meeting against the t-shirt over his chest. I paused, straightening my posture and slowly curling my fingers down into my hand. When I looked back up, he was looking down at me and I felt a hand slide its way up my arm and to the crook between my chin and my neck. He stopped there and shot me a crooked smile. "Let's go," he said. "I'll race ya'."

I knew Isaac was trying his best to stay in good spirits for my sake; I knew I could be really negative when I wasn't paying attention. But in that moment, it wasn't the fact that I was riddled with guilt or the fear of a second attempt at getting through to Derek going south. It was the fact that after Isaac had taken off just seconds before I did, I heard it again. I heard the faint, very faint, sound of nails on leaves. It could have easily been mistaken as something as common as a squirrel or an acorn falling to anyone else; you would have had to have been around it long enough to recognize it as the distinct sound of someone treading on the forest ground. It was footsteps. We were being watched.

"Is this the girl who was sleeping on our couch this morning?" The girl standing in the doorway didn't look the slightest bit pleased to see Isaac and I standing in the doorway inside the loft, let alone sound the slightest bit amused. She looked me up and down without any expression.

"Um, hi I'm Kalel."

"I know who you are." She replied, equally as expressionless as before.

"Cora, lighten up." Isaac mumbled under his breath. "She's here to help."

"Weird because I don't remember asking for assistance with anything."

The three of us looked over at Derek who had just entered the room.

"Can't tell they're related or anything." I shot at Isaac, knowing they'd all hear anyways.

"Ah patience is but a virtue." Said yet another male voice. An equally as built figure was beside Derek. I let my eyes study what he was wearing. Damn that was a deep-ass v-neck. I guess he must've noticed I was staring because the guy I didn't recognize looked down at himself and immediately said, "What? The v-neck? Yeah I used to be a scoop-neck guy. I feel the point of the 'v' is far more intimidating."

"Uh, Kalel, this is Peter…" Isaac trailed off. Peter shot me a smile and replied to his introduction with, "The pleasure is mine. I've heard nothing miraculous things about you."

"Oh." I said. "Well, see, that's actually what I'm here to talk to you about."

"We." Isaac added in, stepping closer to me and turning his gaze in the direction of Derek, who was standing with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "Just in case you decide you're still not ready to listen."

"There's nothing to talk about." Derek said simply like it was a matter of pure fact, shrugging his shoulders.

I took another step forwards towards him; I was desperate. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cora keeping her eyes on me the whole time.

"I know you don't believe me." I started, prepared this time that I was going to get through to him. I had to get through to him. "I know how crazy it sounds, that I can see these things all before they happen. But you have to believe me. I can't just sit back and watch someone else get hurt."

"And I told you to come back when you have proof." He rebutted, arms still crossed. He looked me up and down, eyebrows raised, like he was waiting for me to produce some paper form or document that proved my trustworthiness. I didn't have any of that.

"Derek she tried to jump off the railing this morning." Isaac said. "That isn't something that just happens."

"Sleepwalking, actually. It happens to a lot of Americans. About twenty percent." Derek nodded.

I had been trying so hard not to get frustrated this entire time but he was just making it so difficult. Somewhere deep inside me, the little girl who sat and pleaded with people to believe her story threw in the towel.

"It's thirty percent." I said in a voice that made Cora, Peter, and Isaac all look at me with expressions mild with surprise. I couldn't help but stomp my feet into the hard floor as I walked the rest of the way up to Derek until I was standing only inches from him. He didn't budge.

"And I have proof. If you really want to hear it."

His expression didn't falter.

"Enlighten me."

I grinded my teeth and tried to control my breathing. I really didn't want to have to do this, but it seemed more and more like it was my only option at this point.

"Paige." Was all I had to say. After that the air in the room turned to concrete. Peter's jaw dropped and Cora stood there with a stunned expression. Derek's own expression faultered.

In a voice that was thick with extinguished pain, he gritted out the words, "How. How do you know about that."

It kind of made me regret having said it in the first place. But like I said, I had no other options if I wanted to get through to him. Still I felt the guilt bumping around my chest like a dryer with shoes in it.

"I saw that too." I said. "That piece of your past, the one with her. That's how I know, Derek. The same way I know that something bad is going to happen if we don't stop it first."