Waiting to Exhale
When the text comes that Allison’s dad was taken, he’d swear he can hear the clock start ticking.
All you really do is find the bodies.
His memories of all the Darach’s other victims turn into his father, suffocating, dying, dead. Stiles is gasping, he can’t get enough air, and at the same time, it’s too much, it’s all too much.
I don’t want to find my father’s body.
All he can think about is finding his father, lifeless, not breathing. Not breathing. And suddenly, Lydia’s lips on his, neither is he.
Hold your breath, Dad. We’re on our way.