[Accidental video]
[Liam doesn't know what happened.
It's not really a new feeling, everything's just been in a perpetual state of free-fall since what happened on the roof with that weird kid (Wendigo, he was a wendigo, that's what Scott said, but he's still not entirely sure what that even means), caught up in rapids he doesn't feel like he can ever really keep up with, without any room to even breathe. But he looks around, looks up, and it's no part of Beacon Hills he's ever seen. Maybe the assassins got them after all, maybe he's dead, and he doesn't remember dying, and he's pretty sure he'd remember something like getting burned alive, but then again he knows the brain blocks things out sometimes, when they're really bad. Maybe he just doesn't remember. Scott was worried, he remembers that much, after the cops dragged them inside. He wouldn't have been worried if getting lit on fire was something they could live through. Right?
Scott. He has to find Scott, he'll know what to do, he's the Alpha. And maybe he's not here, but he has to try anyway.
He pulls out his phone, punches a series of buttons, trying to get the number right from memory and it doesn't ring but it doesn't stop him from talking to it anyway.
Anyone tuning in is greeted with a very unsure-looking teenage boy scowling at the screen and muttering under his breath, but the uncertainty and worry is no less visible underneath the frustration.]
Come on, Scott, come on. Just pick up.
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