Spam for Dahlia
[She's walking through the warehouse that she randomly woke up in, listening to the rain pound the tin roof outside. It sounds like a hurricane. Her tablet's not turning on either, no reception. She wishes that she could still feel Stiles and Scott, but she's not hearing or feeling anything besides the cold rain. It's so quiet without Stiles around, it feels like Beacon Hills all over again. She knows that they're not going to be separated for long, but she can't help the creeping fear that the last time she saw him was going to be the last time that she saw him. She half expects to turn around and see Stiles standing there, but she knows he isn't there. She's in this place alone... maybe now would be a good time to try and focus again. She sits down with her back against the wall and tries to listen closely. She hears something, though. Footsteps? Something. Someone... but not Stiles or Scott. Her eyes open and that's when she sees her. A ghost.]