Scott was in a dead run when he heard his name being called by an all too familiar voice. His reflexes were ridiculously fast, though, so the sudden, short stop wasn't as rough on him as it would have been one of his human peers. "Stiles?" he breathed his best friend's name as he came to stop in front of him, a frown on his face. "What-" he stopped himself short, trying to figure out what to say first.
"When is it?" he blurted out. "What- how long have I been gone?" he asked, way too many thoughts rushing around in his mind to keep up with what his mouth would allow at once. "What are you doing out here? Is Lydia still here? Is-" but his voice just sort of died out after that. Allison. He wanted to know if Allison was still here. But he just didn't have it in him to actually ask. Because he'd had dreams like this before. That she was still alive and her dying wasn't real and more than once, Stiles had to break the fantasy with reality and Scott was so tired of feeling that loss over and over again.