Olivia's POV:

Peter lets out a scoff as he jumped off of the platform and walked towards Stiles. "Stiles, he's dead. You see his face? Trust me, he's gone."

I carefully jump down as well but shook my head with disbelief as I approach him from behind. "You knew he'd die."

"I didn't know." Peter corrected, turning to me with a shrug. "I mean, I assumed."

"You could have warned him!" I scolded. "If you had let me talk to him more and stop him, he could've gone out when the rest of us--"

"He was gonna do it anyway!" He exclaimed before he gestured ahead. "Now, we know."

"Know what, exactly? That you used him as a guinea pig?" I harshly remark.

"That we're stuck. It's over." He harshly stated before he pointed to the three of us. "We are trapped because that was our only way out."

"Or that's just what they want us to believe." Peter and I turn away from each other as Stiles slowly turned away from the exit.

"What?" Peter dryly chuckled. "What is it with you, teenagers? You think that you're so special? You think the rules don't apply to you? Do you get it?" He slightly raised his voice as he took a step closer to Stiles. "We are dead and buried!"

He suddenly reached forward and snatched Stiles' wallet out of his pocket which caused my eyes to widen as he started to pull out everything inside.

"Peter." I warningly call but he tossed out some of the dollar bills from inside.

"Money? It's worthless. Driver's license? Credit cards--"

"Give me my damn wallet back!" Stiles angrily yelled, moving to snatch his wallet back but Peter swiftly takes his car keys. "Hey!"

"It's all meaningless. Keys?" Peter continued as he held them up. "What? Did you think you were gonna drive us out of here? Is that what you thought?"

I flick my wrist which instantly erupts into flames. "Give him the keys or I swear--"

"You'll what, Olivia? Hm?" Peter turned with a scoff. "You'll roast me to death? Have Allison and the rest of her psychotic family hunt me down?" I stay quiet but he holds up my phone, showing my screensaver of Allison cheekily smiling with my lips pressed against her cheek. "Oh wait, she can't because she doesn't remember any of us! For all we know, she's probably sticking her tongue down someone else's throat!"

"Shut up!" I demanded, feeling tears begin to brim my eyes.

"Neither of them do! Not your mom, not your sister, not your best friends, nobody! They're happily living their lives and not giving a single shit about us! Do you get it? We don't exist! So you can just forget about your stupid cliche romance with her because it's over. We are already forgotten."

My heart sinks at the thought but I tearfully shake my head, ignoring the desperate urge for the flames to rush him. "She won't."

"You're so pathetic." Peter spat before he tossed my phone and I quickly extinguish the flames to grab it from the ground. "Both of you." He muttered before stepping over me to walk back towards the entrance.

"Somebody's gonna remember us." I look up and see Stiles' stern expression as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. "Either Lydia, or Scott, Allison, Phoebe, Malia, someone. They're gonna find us, all right? They'll come for me and Olivia. Who would ever come for you?"

Peter pauses in his steps before he looks over his shoulder, his expression hardened. "You give me a call when your high school sweethearts conjure up a plan to get out of here."

He continues to walk towards the tunnel without another word but I feel a pair of arms wrap around my shoulders with a sigh.

"We're going to get out of here." Stiles whispered as I leaned further into him, my tears freely flowing as he held me. "They'll find a way."

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"I'm waiting for a train." I look away from the pillar and turn, seeing the innocent smile on my dad's face.

"Is that so?" I answer and he gives a small nod. "Who are you seeing?"

"My daughters and...well, ex-wife." He softly explained. "It's complicated."

I give a small smile. "It's all right. Do you know how you got here?"

"One minute I'm getting discharged from the hospital and the next..." He paused, his brows furrowing in confusion before he shook his head. "I don't remember."

The intercom crackles to life in which I turn towards the speaker on the wall. "The following stops have been canceled: Hollatine, Batten, Bay Burry, Deer Ridge, Red Oak, Trenton, Anderson, King Springs."

My eyes trail along the wires that hung above the ceiling and I slowly stand up from my spot, following the tangled wires as they led across the room.

"Stiles," I whisper, nudging his leg as I walk past his row and he scrambles to stand up from his spot. "you see that?" I point to the wires and he nods as the two of us follow the wiring that led to a door.

"Intercom." Stiles and I turn to see Peter leaning against the pillar with a curious expression. "Maybe a radio?"

Stiles takes a couple of steps closer to the door and twists the knob before pushing it open, revealing a small radio room filled with working equipment covered in cobwebs.

"Do you think this stuff can communicate with Scott and the others?" Stiles questioned as the two of us stepped further inside.

"It doesn't hurt to try." I answer and we quickly split away from opposite sides of the table to look through the wiring.

"Your theory is ridiculous. Magnetic disturbances and a few pixelated photos doesn't mean that you can use a ham radio to communicate across a supernatural barrier." Peter remarked as he walked inside the room as well. "Ghost Riders can't been seen, heard, or remembered. You really think they're gonna leave a gadget around that you can use to call your friends?"

Suddenly, a large high-pitched sound pierces through the room and I quickly cover my ears at the sound.

Stiles quickly yanks his hand away from one of the dials, showing that he had been the one to cause the sound.

Allison's POV:

"Hey!" I turn away from the Jeep, seeing as Malia and Scott rushed out of the school with looks of confusion. "What the hell was that?"

"It's coming from inside." I gesture to the radio releasing awful static-like noises inside the Jeep. "It randomly just went off."

Scott walks closer to it and tries to pull on the handle in which proved to be useless since it's locked. "Did somebody just lock the keys inside?" Malia questioned.

"Break it." Lydia rasped.

Scott simply pushed down on the handle which easily snapped inside, allowing the door to open and get a better hearing of the frequency sound.

Olivia's POV:

"Stiles, are you sure you know what you're doing?" I worriedly asked as he adjusted the dials to the machine. "More specifically, what you're looking for?"

"Any broadcast at this point." He muttered before continuing to spin another dial.

"Take your time. No rush. Only thing at stake is any evidence of our existence..." Peter trailed off as he leaned against the table nearby us. "Soon to be lost...forever..."

"Shut it." Stiles and I scold in unison.

Suddenly Peter rushes to the wires and begins to unplug several of the cords off of the wall. "They're coming, we need to go." He whispered as he grabbed ahold of our arms and tugged us away from the machines and out of the room.

We rush to the large pillars and hide behind them, watching as the Ghost Rider barely hops off of its horse in front of the room we barely escaped from.

"In case you're keeping count, that's twice I've saved your life today." Peter smugly remarked, causing me to roll my eyes.

Allison's POV:

I take a seat in the driver's side of the jeep as everyone else piled inside as well with Lydia searching through the small compartment.

I brush my hands across the wheel, a sense of familiarity at the position which caused me to frown.

"There's no way he let you borrow this thing to practice." I hear myself chuckle.

"Of course he did! Stiles is that good of a friend." The same voice from before exclaimed but I raised a brow in suspicion, her blurry face turning towards me but it was obvious she was brunette. "Okay, maybe he doesn't know but Scott said he'd distract him for an hour! Come on, your car is in the shop and my family has the cars tonight."

"You're crazy."

She leans close to my face but I could just tell she was wearing a teasing look. "But you love it." She singsonged, giving a quick kiss on my cheek before turning the ignition.

I slowly reach up to my cheek, brushing the spot the girl kissed which causes my heart to warm at the action.

It felt nice.

The radio suddenly cut out from in between Lydia and I, breaking me out from the memory.

"Why'd it stop?" Malia frowned.

"It doesn't matter." Lydia huffed as she kept pressing down on the 'MASTER SWITCH" button. "there has to be a reason."

A sniff from behind causes me to turn, seeing as Scott had his eyes closed with a look of confusion. "Did you just sniff me?"

His eyes slightly widen. "No! It's just--"

"You caught a scent?" Lydia interrupted with a hopeful expression.

"Yeah! Uh..." He mumbled, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Ours. Mine, yours... all four of us."

"Mine?" Malia scoffed. "I've never been in this Jeep before."

"Neither have I." Scott shrugged.

"Yes, we have. We just don't remember it." Lydia countered with a look of annoyance.

"I thought we were done with that?" Malia groaned.

"No, she's right." They all turn to me with slight shock. "The memory is kind of hazy but...I remember there was a time when I was in here with someone. Someone else." I whisper as I awkwardly fiddle with my fingers, not wanting to meet Scott's eyes. "Someone close to me."

"But Parrish checked the VIN number. There's no record of an owner." Scott tried to point out but Lydia rolled her eyes.

"The Jeep didn't just drive itself here!"

"Shouldn't this tie into the Ghost Riders? They erase people's memories of someone close to us." I add and Lydia sends a grateful look, silently thanking me for taking her side.

Scott's expression softens, showing that Lydia and I's points were valid which caused the werecoyote to glare.

"Whose side are you on?" She complained.

His eyes flickered between Lydia and I to Malia before he cleared his throat. "I'm on everyone's side."

Malia lets out a sigh before placing a hand on my arm. "Allison, they're not real. Trust me. I've lost a lot of people in my life. It's a long list, and I don't feel like adding to it."

"These memories and incidents aren't a pure coincidence, Malia." I argue with a huff. "I'm not just going to drop it."

"You might not have to." We look over to Lydia and see the sheet of paper in her hands with a smug expression. "Not if we get them back."

I grab it from her hands and skim through the words, seeing that it was a certificate for the Jeep. "This is from '96 but...there's no name."

"But there's an address." Malia pointed to the label.

"129 Woodbine Lane." Scott read off.

"I know that address." Lydia spoke up with a grin.

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"I don't know what to tell you." Claudia spoke up, reading the certificate in her hands before she shook her head. "I haven't seen that Jeep in..." She looked to Sheriff Stilinski with a questioning look. "almost eighteen years." Noah nods in agreement.

Lydia's brows furrow in confusion. "But it's in your name."

"But it was stolen." She softly answered.

I cross my arms. "Then how did it end up at the high school?"

"Beats the hell out of me." Noah shrugged, Claudia mimicking his confused expression as well. "I mean, that thing was a junker back in the day. God only knows who'd want it now."

"Maybe somebody dumped it there?" Claudia suggested.

"Is there any way to trace the history of the Jeep after it was stolen?" Lydia asked.

Noah simply shook his head. "No."

"Maybe there's fingerprints on it?" She insisted with a slight shake in her voice.

"Lydia, is this about Stiles?"

I worriedly look to Lydia, noticing her saddened expression in which I place my hand on top of hers in comfort.

"Kids, don't you think you've taken this far enough?" Claudia gently asked, handing the certificate of the jeep's information back to us. "I don't know what's going on with you and the rest of your friends lately, but maybe it's a good time to talk to your mom, Lydia. Maybe a session for you as well, Allison. You've been through so much with your family."

My grip tightens. "With all due respect, Sheriff--"

"We're sorry." Lydia interrupts with a sniffle, quickly wiping her eye with her hands before she clears her throat. "You're right. D-Do you mind if...?" Lydia trails off, gesturing to the bathroom in which they quickly nod.

She gets up from the couch and quickly walks to the hallway where the bathroom is.

"Allison, I know it's been tough adjusting to the life here and wanting to help your friends, especially since you're training as a deputy" Noah speaks up, causing me to turn away from the hallway. "but maybe it's for the best if you just...solely focus with school. We're worried about you, you know." He gave a small smile as he briefly looked at Claudia.

My heart sinks in discomfort but I quickly cover it up with a small smile. "Yeah, I get it." I clear my throat, standing up from my spot as well. "I'm just gonna check in on her and then we'll leave."

They nod without another word and I walk in the same direction Lydia walked off to. Remembering where the bathroom was, I turn to the next hallway and sadly enough, sitting on the floor with her back pressed against the wall and tears spilling from her eyes was Lydia herself.

I slowly approach Lydia and take a seat next to her, holding my arms out with a sad smile. "Come here, Lydia."

In a matter of seconds she doesn't hesitate to wrap her arms around me and I pull her close to me, feeling droplets trickle along the side of my neck as she let out quiet sniffles.

My surroundings shift into a bright light and instantly I'm brought into the dreamy-like state of my dad's office.

I held a wooden crate in front of my face in confusion but the sound of a gasp causes me to lower it, meeting the blurry-figured girl once more.

She extinguishes the flames from the palm of her hands by closing them before she shakily backs away to the corner of the room. "Oh my god, I-I'm so sorry." She stammered, lowering herself to sit down on the floor. "I don't know what I was doing." She softly whispers, bringing her knees close to her face to block it from my view.

With curiosity, I place the crate down and walk closer to her. "Liv, your eyes and flames were blue." I automatically say, my eyes widening in surprise at the name, and crouch down to her level. "It's getting worse."

She looks up but to my surprise, the blurriness begins to waver. "How am I supposed to protect anyone when I'm like this? What am I supposed to do?" She sadly asked as she held out her shaky hands. "I don't want anyone getting hurt, Alls. I'm becoming a threat."

I slowly reach over to cup my hands with hers, holding them in place, and my heart leaps at the contact. Liv.

"You're not a threat." I confidently state. "You won't hurt anyone."

Despite the fact I couldn't see her clearly, I could sense the uncertainty. "I almost hurt you a couple of seconds ago. Shouldn't you be running the other way?"

I shake my head with a small smile.  "Because I...I adore you."

My vision brightens once more to pull me out of the memory and my surroundings shift back into comforting Lydia on the ground.

They didn't even want to believe her so I don't blame her for crying. I mean, this could be a clue and it's more than what I have with this person I keep having flashbacks of.

"Allison?" She sniffled, pulling away a bit from my embrace to meet her teary eyes. "You believe me, right?"

"Of course I do." I immediately answer. "Because I'm positive there's someone else too."

Deep down, I feel like this 'Liv' person meant so much to me more than what I have with Scott and maybe Stiles was the same for Lydia.

Except the idea of their existence seemed absurd to everyone else.