Time around Callas began moving far too quickly, she felt as if she was stuck between a riff in time and space and was floating arbitrarily through a cluster of asteroids. By the time that the paramedics had turned up to the house, she felt as though she had been forced underwater, the oxygen she wanted to breathe was beginning to thin out as everything sounded too far away and distinct. Her body had to be pried away from Silas as they lifted him up on the gurney and took him outside to the ambulance, Anya had been in a flurry of tears and heart wrenching sobs as she followed and got into the back. Callas felt lost in the world. She couldn't lose two people in under twenty-four hours, she wouldn't do that. She had already lost too much and she wasn't willing to give up on her brother or Silas. Embry had stayed behind, calling someone on his phone. But she couldn't care less who it was, so she never asked.

     Her own phone was still in her pocket from the night before. Slowly, she pulled it out and, with shaky hands, she unlocked it, hovering her hand over Reed's number. Embry had told her that he was going to be in the other room, knowing that she wouldn't want to talk about it at that time. The feeling of worry swept over her once more as she clicked onto Reed's number, lifting the phone up to her ear, listening to the rings. In the back of her mind she knew he wasn't going to pick up, he wasn't going to answer his phone, but that didn't mean that she didn't have hope. Reed wouldn't know that Silas was going to the hospital. For whatever reason, that it was that he would come up with to blame for his absence, Callas wouldn't forgive him for not calling to check in. Whatever Sam Uley had to do with his disappearing act was far beyond her knowledge of Embry's so-called friends. Her phone continued to ring. It felt like the longest thirty seconds that she had ever experienced until the ringing had stopped.

     'Hi,' it started. But Callas knew better. 'You have reached Reed Quinn's voicemail. Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now, but I'm either asleep, not near my phone, or at work. I'll, uh, what the—? No, Zeus stop. Get off. Sorry about that, anyway, I'll get back to you when I can. So, uh, I guess leave your message after the beep and I'll—' It cut off before Reed had finished his voicemail with the loud beep. Callas sucked in a deep breath, not knowing how she was meant to phrase what it was that she was about to tell him.

     "Hey, Reed. I'm not sure where you are, or if you're even alive anymore. I'm just so—" Callas sniffed as her tears came back, she hated herself for crying. "I'm so fucking scared right now. I really need my brother, and you know, if you ever get this, then call me back. Like, straight away. Silas is on the way to the hospital, they said it didn't look good." Callas's lip began to quiver and her voice began to waver, coming out forced and shaky, "But I tried," she sobbed quietly. "I really tried, I did what we were taught in P.E. that one time in Utah. You know, when we had that first aid lesson? I mean, you weren't there, but I'm sure you had a lesson like that, right? Anyway, I just really want—"

     It beeped and cut her off, the time limit being exceeded. Callas dialled the phone number again, hearing the familiar 'Hi, you have reached Reed Quinn's voicemail,' echo over the line. She waited until she heard the beep again. "Hey, I was, uh, I was cut off. I know I should be old enough to deal with things on my own, but after going through the things I've been through over the past couple of days, I'm beginning to think that I'll never be okay again. So, if you could, you know, get back to me. Or even get that Sam Uley guy to pick up a goddamn phone and call me, I'd appreciate that. Because, you know, he seems to be involved in everything around La Push. God." She scoffed, sniffing to herself. "Why the hell do we have such a fucked-up family? Why can't we just be normal? I'm sick of this. Please, just call me back when you get this, I need—" It cut off again.

     She didn't have the strength to dial again. Instead, she shook her head, bringing her knees up to her chest, dropping her phone on the ground, and ran her hands through her hair, trying to swallow the cries that left her body. She wanted to scream. She wanted to just scream and let everything that she had built up, everything that was pent up inside of her, go. Callas closed her eyes tightly, swearing to herself quietly. This wasn't something she should be doing. It was a struggle, pulling herself out of her own feelings and emotions, she was meant to be strong, for both Reed and Silas, for whatever fate was throwing at them. It wasn't a time to wallow in her own self-pity. When she picked up her phone, she forced herself to stand up, her back sliding against the wall.

     "Callas?" Embry asked quietly as he stepped into the kitchen. "Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?"

     She wiped at her eyes harshly. "Yeah," she nodded with a quiet voice. "Yes. Yeah, let's go." Callas breathed out, making her legs move forward towards the door.

     Embry looked like he wanted to say more but instead spun the keys to the Jeep in his hand—obviously having just retrieved them from her room where they had been left—and closed his mouth, clearing his throat as he followed her. They walked out and went around the side of the house to the Jeep. Callas didn't waste any time as she got in and put the belt on. Embry followed and put the keys in the ignition, starting up the engine before he put his own belt on and turned the Jeep around to drive down the road. All she could do was hope that Silas was okay. But what good was hope when it was slipping through her fingers with every second passing them by?

     "You lied to me," she spoke flatly.

     "What?"

     "I asked if you knew anything and you said you couldn't tell me anything. That it was 'too hard to explain' yet you had no trouble telling Silas that Sam hadn't 'said anything yet' and that none of you knew, that 'it happened so fast' and when Silas asked about Reed you seemed to know pretty damn well what he was implying as you said 'yeah' without having Silas finish his sentence. So, Embry, you lied to me. Straight to my face when you knew that I needed to hear something more than anything."

     "Callas, I—"

     "Please. Just tell me if you know he's alive." She hated it, but tears began to roll down her cheeks again. "Please."

     Embry sighed. "Yeah. He's alive. He just needs help."

     "Then why isn't he in the hospital? Why haven't we had a phone call?"

     "It's more complicated than that. They can't help him."

     "Then who can?"

     His jaw clenched. "Sam Uley."

     "The goddamn milkman?" Her voice rose. "Why is he even involved in this?"

     "He went through a similar thing."

     Callas sunk down into her seat. "Oh, God," she groaned out, placing her arms over her face. "Please tell me Reed isn't going to be anything like Sam."

     "Well," Embry started, his voice rising an octave or two, Callas looked over to him.

     "You're kidding, right? I don't want Reed to turn out like the milkman."

     "The milk—? No, Callas, listen, Sam is going to help him with his... issues, then things should go back to normal. Relatively normal anyway."

     She sat back up, sighing. "Unbelievable. La Push was meant to be a new start for us after everything we've been through. We were meant to move forwards. But instead, it feels like life is just pulling us back by our ankles." Callas shook her head, looking out the window.

     "I'm sorry," Embry spoke quietly.

     "So am I."

     "For what?"

     "Dragging you into this."

     "You didn't drag me into this, Cal."

     "No, I did. You could have just gone home the other night, and then you wouldn't be stuck with me right now."

     "You didn't drag me into this, Cal," he repeated. "I want to be here for you."

     "What you probably didn't want was my constant crying and runny nose," she mumbled, putting her feet on the dashboard like she usually did.

     "No. No, I want to be here for you with your constant crying and runny nose," he replied with the shake of his head. "I can deal with that."

     "I'm hallucinating, aren't I?" Callas turned her head to look at him.

     Embry scrunched his face up. "What?"

     "There is no way that you're real right now."

     "Why's that?" He raised an eyebrow before he turned onto the main road of Forks, driving towards the hospital.

     "Because no one else would care this much," her voice lowered as she picked at the fabric of her trousers that were wrinkled and slightly stained with dirt from the night before.

     Embry glanced at her, his features softening as he saw her pick at the frayed fabric of her trousers, making a bigger hole at the knee. He looked back to the road, turning into the parking lot of the hospital. When he finally pulled into an empty space, he turned off the engine and looked at Callas, who hadn't moved and who hadn't looked away from her trousers. She was biting her lips, picking at the skin, no doubt causing them to bleed. He took the keys out and held them tightly, placing his right hand on top of hers, taking note of how cold they were against the warmth of his own skin. Callas froze, staring at his hand on hers, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she blinked. With a gulp, her eyes flickered to his face.

     "We don't have to go in right away, we can stay in here for a while if you want to," Embry told her.

     She shrugged. "I don't think I can handle Amy right now."

     "Who's—?"

     "The receptionist who has a crush on Reed only because he's a police officer."

     "That's—"

     "She has a lazy eye like Pete, only her one doesn't follow you around the room wherever you go, it's more or less stationed in one place like a glass eye. Actually, it might be a glass eye because I've never seen it move like the other one does. I would have noticed considering she looked Reed up and down like she's eyeing up an all-you-can-eat buffet."

     "—Weirdly specific," he finished his sentence, slowly and with a slightly horrified expression on his face. He squeezed her hand gently. "Take as much time as you need. I'm not going anywhere."

     Callas nodded her head gratefully at his words, sighing to herself as she leaned to her left, resting her head on his shoulder. Embry laid his head down on top of hers. If La Push was really meant to be a fresh start, then why did it feel like her feet had sunken down in the ground just before the starting line like she hadn't even taken a single step over the line? Nothing seemed to make much sense to her anymore. With not knowing what really happened to Henry or his estranged family, mixed with Reed and his 'Harry Houdini' impersonation, combined with how the possible psychotic Sam Uley tied in, as well as the health of Silas. She felt as if she was trapped on an escalator going up while she walked down, stuck in the middle.

     "Was life for you this weird before I moved here?" Callas asked quietly.

     "What?"

     "Did you have a weird life before I showed up and messed with the timeline?"

     "Don't worry, Barry, this timeline for me as always been struck by the particle accelerator and its troubles."

     The corners of her lips tugged up with his reference. "I feel like I'm up against Zoom."

     "Why?"

     "No matter how fast I run, he's always a step ahead of me."

     "In this hypothetical, who is Zoom?"

     "Life."

     "In general?"

     "Pretty much." She nodded.

     "Well, in the end, The Flash wins."

     "One can hope." Her stomach rumbled quietly and she closed her eyes.

     Embry looked towards the hospital. "Maybe we should go in, get you some food. We could stay in the canteen before finding Silas?"

     Callas nodded her head. "Bring on Amy." She pulled the door handle and opened the door.

     "She can't be that bad," Embry commented. Callas paused and turned around to look at him. "Or, maybe she is. I don't know." He shrugged.

     "You're right, I've been through worse than her." Callas slowly nodded her head before sliding out of the Jeep, slamming the door shut behind her. Her gaze shifted to the storm clouds that began to loom overhead, the faint crackling of thunder began, and her voice spoke up, "Bring it on."