I felt like my face was frozen into a disbelieving expression, "So let me get this straight. You want to listen to the cassette of Lorraine's murder? Lydia's grandmother?"

"Yeah, the tape of it, why?"

I scoffed, "Don't you think that's - I don't know - and invasion of privacy? A pretty major invasion of Lydia's privacy?"

"June, this woman made a coded list of people who were murdered, including herself, and you're worried about privacy?"

"I'm worried about Lydia," I argued back. "It's her grandmother, I feel like she'll want to burn it or something."

"Well, we can give it to her when we're done with it," Stiles reasoned, "But for now, we just need to figure out how to stop the dead pool, and this could be a really big clue."

My eyes flickered between the tape in his hand and his face. After several seconds of deliberation, I relented, "Fine. But we're giving it back to her immediately after we're done with it."

"Works for me," Stiles pulled out and drove back over to his house. After pulling up to his driveway, he ran around the front of the jeep and over to my side, helping me out of the car before going back to fetch the cassette player I left on the dash.

"Why are you helping me out of the jeep? I already took a healing potion."

"I just don't want your leg to be in any worse shape than it already is."

I paused, "Well, thanks."

"Sure," He shrugged before closing the door and taking my hand before pulling me along into the house. Once inside, we strode by the mirror hanging in the hallway when I froze. My eyes widened as I stared at the girl looking back at me from the reflection.

She looked slightly worse for wear, and that was putting it lightly. Eyes slightly crazed and broken, surrounding them were two different shades of purple that must have been blackened earlier before I took the potion. There was even a scrape above my left eyebrow that I didn't know was there. Several other cuts decorated my face, the most prominent being the one sitting on my lip. My eyes started to water staring at the evidence of last night.

"It's really not that bad," Stiles comforted, "You know, I think it has something to do with the afternoon light coming through slightly dirty windows..."

"You're a terrible liar, Stiles," I sniffled, before smiling, "But thank you anyway."

He leaned forward and kissed my hairline before murmuring, "You're still beautiful, June. Forever and always." I looked away from the mirror and up at him before kissing him on the corner of his mouth.

"Does the - um - are we sure that the cassette player works?" I asked while wiping my tears. Stiles took that as his cue to keep moving into his bedroom, before walking over to his desk. Plugging it in, he pulled out the tape from his pocket before walking to another area of his room and bringing back a chair for me to sit down in. He sat next to me and fiddled with the player, inserting the tape and pressing play. We both perked our ears to listen.

I had to listen to it about three times. The first time, all I could think of was Lydia, trapped in Eichen being forced to listen to this awful tape, and my concentration was a little skewed at that point. The second time I had to understand what was even going on, and Stiles had to keep pausing to explain what they had already concluded from last night.

"Let's go Lorraine," The third time I sat in the chair with rapt attention, hanging on to every word, hoping for a clue.

"Listen to me. Please, listen. There's something I have to do, something I have to stop."

"I have to take you back to Eichen, Lorraine," Stiles turned up the volume on the player.

"No, no I don't think you're gonna be taking me anywhere," I glanced at Stiles, not remembering this part of the tape, "I can hear the recorder in your pocket. It's on now, isn't it? You're making a tape, just like you taped the others."

Stiles paused the tape, eyes wide in realization, "This didn't happen in Eichen House."

"But then where did she go?" I asked, leaning my head on my crossed arms that were resting on Stiles' desk.

"That's what we need to find out," He told me, pressing the play button again. He was quick to pause it before he dug out his phone. When it was out of his jean pocket, I could hear it vibrating. Glancing at the screen, he was quick to pick up.

"Did Meredith start talking? What - I don't - I mean, yeah - okay! Okay, here, geez," He handed me the phone, rolling his eyes, "It's Lydia."

I put the phone up to my ear, "Hello?"

"June? Oh my god, are you okay? The sheriff, he - he told me about last night."

"Saved by the sheriff in a sling, that was me," I tried to sound better than I actually felt. "Enough about me, what about you? Lydia, I'm so sorry, about your grandmother, really."

"It happened ages ago, June. I just - I don't know. Did you guys pull anything off the tape yet?"

"Wait, you gave it to Stiles?"

"I didn't want it," She argued, "If it has something about the dead pool on it, then we need it. I don't want to turn it over to evidence. Speaking of evidence, Stilinski told me that your phone was in lock-up. It doesn't actually work anymore because of-" She cut herself off.

"Because of what?" I asked her hesitantly, narrowing my eyes.

"Well there's a lot of cracks in it, but apparently there was also blood that soaked through to the inside of it," I glanced over to Stiles, hoping that he didn't hear what she said, but from the look on his face, I knew he did. "June, what happened?"

"Another assassin," I tried to explain as best as I could without diving into gory detail. I didn't want to do again it after I told Stiles. "He came into my home and waited for me to come back from the bonfire last night."

"Was Ginny there?"

I swallowed, "Yes, yes she was."

I heard her breath hitch and I nearly burst into tears all over again, "And?"

"Um - she's - she's in a coma," I wiped at my face, flinching from the still tender skin. I pushed thoughts of Ginny in the hospital bed away from my mind, taking a deep breath. "But she should wake up soon."

"Oh, God. Do you - do you need a place to stay? My mom can fix up the guest room-"

"Thanks, Lyds, but I'm actually just going to stay with Stiles until she can come home."

I could almost hear the smile come through the phone, "Oh, I see."

"Lydia-"

"No, I think it's a great idea, you're close to home, you two can go to school together, maybe even slip in a few-"

"Call us if you have anything on Meredith," I hastily interrupted, eyes widening and glancing over to a blushing Stiles, who uncomfortably scratched his temple and cleared his throat. "I need to go."

"I'm glad you're okay, June."

"I'm glad you're okay too, Lydia," I spoke softly before hanging up and handing Stiles the phone. He stuffed it back into his jeans and glanced over at me before pressing play once more.

After playing the tape twice more, Stiles and I were becoming discouraged. It wasn't until something caught my attention that I hadn't noticed before.

"Wait, rewind a bit," I instructed, taking my head off of my arms. Stiles immediately obliged, rewinding for a brief period.

"...back to Eichen, Lorraine."

"No, no I don't think you're gonna be taking me anywhere."

"That's it," I exclaimed, "That's it right there. Play it again, and turn it up." Stiles followed my instructions, and listening closely. He sat and watched me as I listened to the tape. Lorraine went on about the recorder in Brunski's pocket, and how he recorded the other people he must've killed, but that was not what I was listening to. In the background, I heard a very distinct sound, a sound that I have woken up to in the middle of the night.

"It's a record player," I explained, stopping the tape once again.

"What?"

"The static, in the background, it's a record player. I'd recognize it anywhere."

"But it's not playing any music," He pondered.

"It's the sound that a record makes when the music is done, or if it's a blank record. I hear it all the time when I put a vinyl on before going to sleep. I'll wake up to just a static noise from the needle on the record."

"Okay, so it's a record player," Stiles confirmed, "But what record player?"

I sat and thought about it for a minute, when a lightbulb went off. Suddenly excited, I turned to Stiles, "That night of the full moon, when Lydia cracked the first part of the dead pool-"

"When we were helping teach Malia control at the lake house?" Stiles asked and I nodded eagerly.

"Yes. That night, I went to find Lydia to tell her Malia was fine and that we were coming back here. I found her in a study, and she was staring at the computer with the list of names."

"Okay, why is this important?"

"Stiles, the study was soundproof. I couldn't hear the party going on downstairs. That study also had a record player."

"So Lorraine escaped from Eichen House to go back to listen to a record player?"

"Well she was like Lydia, right?" I asked, suddenly standing up and pacing the floor. "She was a banshee?"

"Yeah, but only once. She predicted Maddy's death and just spent decades trying to predict something else." My eyes widened, and I waved my arms in a 'come on' fashion.

"Stiles, what if she did predict something? And that something wasn't just one person's death, it was a lot of deaths."

Stiles finally seemed to catch on, leaning forward in his chair, "Like the dead pool."

"What if all those years ago, Lorraine predicted it? And she knew there was something in that study that could stop it?" Stiles nodded, getting to his feet, and grabbing his keys.

"Then we need to go to the lake house," He grabbed me by the face and kissed me firmly, "June, you magnificent genius."

I smiled, "I know," I chirped before taking his outstretched hand and letting him lead me back to the jeep.

We were about halfway to the lake house when Stiles pulled out his phone. Not taking his eyes off the road, he quickly answered.

"Hello? Yeah - I - no, we're headed - we're - she's fine - I - OKAY!" He quickly handed the phone over to me, "It's not like I was attacked too," He grumbled. I grinned, leaning over the console to kiss his cheek before snatching up his phone again.

"Hello?"

"June?"

"Malia, is everything okay?"

"I was going to ask you that. What happened?"

"Nothing I particularly want to go into detail about," I replied, placing my feet up on the dash despite Stiles' whine of protest.

"Basics?" She pressed and I sighed.

"Assassin came into my home, put Ginny into a coma, beat me half to death before I did the same thing in turn to him and the sheriff arrived to stop me from losing control of my magic. I'm fine now, I've taken a healing potion and I'm with Stiles."

"Are you guys okay again?"

"Yeah, yeah we are," I placed my hand over Stiles' that rested on the gear shift, "What about you, are you okay with everyone now?"

"I mean I guess so. Scott kind of explained everything."

"Right before you were nearly burned to death?" I asked her.

"Yeah basically." There was a beat of silence, and I rolled my eyes.

"And are you okay?" I sarcastically asked, continuing the conversation.

"Oh, yeah. Derek came in with Braeden and stopped them before they could do anything."

"That's good," I commented, before once again being enveloped by silence over the phone, "Is there a reason why you're calling?"

There was a beat of silence, "Nope."

I quieted an eyebrow, "No reason whatsoever?"

"Just calling to make sure you're okay," Malia pressed, but she couldn't lie to me.

"Malia."

"What?"

"What do you mean, 'what?' Why are you lying to me?"

"I'm not lying."

"You're using the same tone you used when you lied about clawing up your math textbook. What's going on?"

I heard her sigh, "Fine. Scott, Kira and I found-"

"Wait, Kira's back in town?" I asked and I heard Malia huff in response.

"Do you want me to tell you?"

"Yeah, sorry," I sat up straighter in my seat.

"Scott, Kira, and me all found the rest of Satomi's pack. They all were being tracked down."

"By another assassin?" I groaned, my head falling back onto the headrest.

"By hunters."

"What?" My eyes shot open and looked to Stiles in surprise.

"Yeah. Some group of hunters got a hold of the list, and they're not letting anybody leave town."

"So what then? What are you going to do?"

"We're on our way to Argent's. Scott said something about it being the building Kate used to hide in...?"

"Okay, what are you going to do there?"

"Hide, fight, run, I don't actually know what we're going to do. Derek's coming too. Will you be?"

"I can't," I explained, "Stiles and I are driving up to the lake house."

"Why? If you haven't noticed, now isn't really the time for a romantic getaway, June."

"What - I - I noticed, thanks," I stuttered, glancing over at Stiles again. I could see he was trying not to laugh, and I slapped my hand against his chest. He let out a chuckle as he shoved me playfully, not taking his eyes off the road. "We think Lydia's grandmother predicted the dead pool, and there might be something in that study that can prove it."

"What makes you think so?"

"If Stiles filled you in, that recording of her death had a record player in the background."

"Like the record player Lydia listened to all that weekend," Malia gathered, and I nodded despite her not being able to see me.

"Keep Stiles updated on what you plan to do with Satomi," I instructed, glancing out the window as Stiles exited the highway. "My phone's broken, so it's not much use."

"Will do, we're pulling in now."

"Malia," I called, making sure she was still on the line.

"June?"

"Be careful," I pleaded.

"Sure thing," she responded before hanging up. I held the phone out for Stiles to take but he shook his head.

"Keep it for now."

My eyes widened, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, apparently everybody wants to talk to you today."

"I sense a bit of jealousy there," I snickered, and my boyfriend rolled his eyes.

We had been inside the study for an indefinite amount of time. There weren't any windows in the room, but I could tell it was dark outside. I could completely understand why Meredith would have been driven out of her mind just listening to the blank scratch of a record for hours on end. It was driving Stiles and I up the wall, but no one wanted to say anything against it, for it felt like our only hope.

Malia had texted me saying that they had met up with Argent. While speaking with him Derek made his own vendetta against the hunters, and everyone joined the crusade. The plan was to wait for nightfall, then the fight would begin. With this in mind, it was even more difficult to just feel like we were sitting there and doing nothing.

Stiles broke first, "What are we even doing, this room wasn't even made for us," He ranted as he stood up. "You know, we need someone like Meredith, or Lydia. And we're just sitting here, listening to a stupid record player play a record that doesn't play anything. Come on," He urged, shutting off the machine, "There's plenty of other things we can be totally useless doing."

I got up to follow him when I froze, head snapping back to the record player. "Stiles, either they accidentally made this room for witches too, or that machine is still on."

"But it's not on," He told me.

I rolled my eyes, "No I know that dumbass, but if that record player is not on, why can I still hear it?" Stiles came and stood next to me, staring at the record player. He carefully inspected the turntable before looking behind it. I peered over the table it was sitting on top of to see what Stiles was staring at. A thick wire connected to the turntable made its way into the wall behind it. Sparing a glance at one another, we both lifted the turntable away from the wall, exposing the wire further.

Stiles crouched down near bottom of the wall and grasped the wire. He glanced at me one last time and I nodded down at him. He nodded back, taking the cable in a more firm grip, before pulling.

It didn't seem like it took much effort at all to break off the bit off wall Stiles had broken off with just one yank. My eyes widened as we both realized the wall was hollow the entire time. Eagerly, Stiles pulled on the wire more until he was standing up and at my side, cable still in his hands. Both looking at each other excitedly, we stepped forward and began tearing at the crack in the wall.

It took us about two minutes to clear the plaster and for the dust to settle, but when we did, our eyes gazed up at the large computers whirring away from their hiding place in Lorraine's wall.

"What are they?" Stiles panted, shaking the dust off of his flannel.

"Computers," I answered, clapping my hands together to get rid of the dust on me. "If I'm guessing right, they're from the 1970s."

Stiles whirled around to me, "How could you just guess that?"

I placed my hands on my waist, "Well, I'm just guessing that's when Lorraine predicted Maddy's death, right? Plus you said she spent decades trying to predict something else. Couple that with Lydia's statement that Lorraine tried multiple different methods to understand how she did it, and boom, you've got 1970s-era computers sitting in a room built by pseudoscientists."

Stiles blinked several times before kissing my cheek, "And you say you're useless."

I blushed, staring at the computer, "So this is it, then?"

Stiles nodded, "It's the dead pool."

"Well if this thing's being used to disseminate the list, then it's probably going to keep going until everyone's dead."

"Then what do we do?"

"It needs some kind of prompt, or command, or something, right?"

I pointed to the top of the computer sitting in the middle, "How about a key?"

Stiles moved closer, staring at the lock, "A key could work."

I nodded, pulling out Stiles' phone, "Lydia needs to know about this."

"Why?"

"She might know a little more about this place than we do, maybe she could find us a key," I suggested, pulling up Skype and calling Lydia. Her face popped up, make-up smudged and wearing what I'm guessing were the same clothes as last night. From the looks of her surroundings, I guessed she was still in the police station, either wrapping things up, or still waiting on Meredith.

"Hey, Lydia."

"Jesus, I had no idea it was so bad, June," I pursed my lips and looked up at Stiles, who came over and rubbed my back.

"You know, I was going to apologize for this, but now I'm not so sure," I snipped, staring back at Lydia.

"What happened?"

I moved the camera over to the torn-apart wall and the large computers sitting inside it, "We think we may have found something over at the lake house."

Stiles took the phone from me, pushing the screen closer to the lock on the computer, "You see it? There's gotta be a way to turn it off, right?"

"I don't know," I heard Lydia's voice crackle through the speakers, "I don't know anything about computers from the 1970s."

I smiled, and hit Stiles on the arm, "Told you it was from the 1970s," Stiles looked back at me with an expression that read so not the point.

"Okay, where's the monitor?" Lydia continued, and Stiles sighed.

"Lydia, there is no monitor," Stiles shuffled away from the computer, frustrated, "There are buttons, knobs, spindles, no monitor." He shifted the phone, attempting to face it to the computers in full view.

"Wait, turn the phone back," I heard Lydia request, and I scrunched my eyebrows. "Point it at the carpet."

"The what?" Stiles asked, not sure if he heard her correctly.

"The floor," She snapped, "Just show me the floor." Stiles obliged, and we all started looking around at the floor, hoping to see what Lydia saw.

"Where's the stain?" She whispered, almost to herself. "There should be red blotches, a wine stain," She explained, and I caught on to what she was trying to say.

Stiles didn't, "There's nothing."

"But that doesn't make sense," Lydia pondered, and Stiles rolled his eyes. "I gave the five hundred dollars I was supposed to use to hire cleaners to Brunski."

"Lydia, what the hell does wine have to do with anything?"

I nudged his arm, "Stiles, red wine doesn't just disappear. Especially not on a white surface."

I glanced back over to the screen, and Lydia's face became one of realization, "Unless it wasn't wine."

"What? What do you mean?" Stiles and I were at a loss.

"The ashes weren't ashes, the study wasn't a study, the record player isn't a record player. So maybe, the wine wasn't really wine," She paused, and Stiles and I looked at each other, "Stiles you have to find the wine. You have to find the bottle, there could be something about it."

"What kind? What's it called?"

"It's a 1982 Cotes du Rhone," As soon as she spoke the name, Stiles tossed the phone into my hands and ran out of the room. I fumbled to get a proper grip on it before staring at the screen with my best friend on it.

"Thanks, Lydia."

"God, what am I going to tell my mom about that wall?" She sighed, looking infinitely more tired than when I first called her.

"Look, I will take care of it, and the rest of the room, your mom doesn't have to know, okay? I'll call you back." I hung up the phone right as Stiles bounded into the room, carrying a large bottle with him.

He rattled it, eyes alight with realization, "I think there's something inside." Quickly grasping the bottle from his hands, I chucked it to the floor, broken glass and "wine" collecting on the white carpet. Stiles' stared wide-eyed at me.

"I'll pay her back," I shrugged, diving down into the glass shards, and digging around. I managed to miraculously only cut two of my fingers before pulling out a small key from the wreckage. Stiles wrenched it out of my hands and ran over to the computers. Holding our breath, he stuck it in and turned the lock to the side. A grin so wide it split my lip open again made its way onto my face as we watched the computers start to slowly shut down.

About a minute later, Stiles' phone beeped with a text from Scott. All it read was:

A message from the benefactor came through, stating that all the contracts were terminated. It's over.

I read it out loud to Stiles before jumping in his arms with delight. Wrapping my legs around him, I felt him stumble back before steadying the both of us. I pulled my head out of the crook of his neck and kissed him firmly. It took all I had not to smile into the kiss before finally I just couldn't help it. I was finally safe, safe from people trying to kill me, and safe in Stiles' arms.

Stiles showed me once again to the guest room of his house. The sheets were already prepared for me as I set my duffel bag down. He made his way over to his bedroom for the evening, but not before kissing me goodnight. Sighing, I made my way over to the bathroom, washing my face, and flinching every time I ran my hands over the bruises that still had not healed on my face.

I got ready for bed, tucking myself into the bed and turning off the lamp on the nightstand. Despite not being able to see much, my eyes remained wide open. My ears clung on to every creak and sound in the house, and my heart raced every time I heard one. My instincts were telling me to run screaming for the hills, to hide from whatever danger lay around the corner. My mind thought it irrational, knowing that no more assassins would be coming after me, and that I had nothing to worry about.

For the very first time in my life, I let my fear conquer my own mind. Wiping at the tears that I didn't realize had fallen, I treaded over into Stiles' room. The lamp was still on, and he was tossing a baseball in the air, pondering over his own thoughts. He froze when he noticed me in the doorway.

Sitting up, he looked to me, "June?" I sniffled, and saw him tense, "June, what's wrong?"

It seemed as though my mind disconnected from my mouth, and I wasn't able to convey just how terrified I was.

"Do you want to come sleep in here?" Tears streamed from my eyes and my body sagged in relief. In that moment, I was just incredibly thankful that he got it. He understood what I needed, even when I couldn't say.

Wiping at my eyes once more, I nodded, tip-toeing over to the bed. Stiles stood up and peeled back the covers for the both of us. He set the baseball down on his nightstand and turned off the lamp. We settled into the middle of his bed, me lying on top of his chest, hugging him closely. Stiles soothingly stroked my hair.

We were quiet for several minutes before I heard him murmur, "She's going to wake up, June."

That was all it took. I leaned up and kissed him softly, whispering a quiet "I love you" before resting head down on his chest and closing my eyes. The only noises I could hear as I slipped into a dreamless sleep were the sounds of Stiles' breathing and steady heartbeat.