Phoebe's POV:

"Where does this take us?" Theo warily asks.

"The hospital."

My eyes widen with disbelief. "Hospital? They'll definitely catch us!"

"Look, we can't outrun them, right?" Liam adjusted his seat to face Theo and I. "I know every inch of that building--every room, every corner."

Theo scoffed. "Hide? That's the best that we've got?"

"We just need to keep them away from Scott for as long as possible."

"Why? What's he gonna do?" He insisted.

"He's gonna remember." I quickly answer. "He has to remember Stiles and Olivia.

"What if he can't?"

"Then the rest of us..." Liam swallowed. "We get forgotten."

Theo pulls into the parking lot of the hospital and swerves the car to a stop near the parked ambulances. We scramble out of the car and sprint towards the entrance but Liam pauses in his steps.

"Liam, come on! We don't have much of a lead on them." Theo insisted, seeing Liam eye the ambulance with curiosity until he abruptly pulled open the ambulance door and flicks a switch, causing the sirens to blare. "What the hell are you doing!"

He angrily pulls Liam away, reaching inside to flick the sirens off but Liam shoved him away. "Don't! Don't turn it off!"

"You want to bring them all here?" Theo raised his voice. "Every single one of them?"

"Guys--"

"That's exactly what I want to do!" Liam shoved him back again. "'Cause if the Ghost Riders are here, that means they're not trying to get to Scott."

I worriedly glance at the road. "I think we should go--"

"So you don't care if they get to you?" Theo ignored my worries, still keeping his hardened expression towards Liam.

"They're gonna get to all of us eventually!"

I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance. "Can we please--"

"You! You're going first!" He exclaimed, threateningly taking a step closer to him. "That's the only reason I'm with you because while they're busy wrapping a whip around your neck or shooting a hole in your head, I'll be running the other direction! I'm on your side as long as it helps me."

"Trust me, I know--"

I step in between them and harshly shove them away from each other. "Will you two shut up!" I exclaim in frustration, causing their eyes to widen. "I'm this close to locking the two of you out of the hospital just so the Ghost Riders can take you and I won't have to hear your guys' bickering anymore! So shut it."

"But he's--"

"He started--"

"I said shut it." I seethed. "Now, quit arguing like an old married couple, and let's get going!"

I move past them, hearing them follow behind me in silence. "Liam, where's the hiding spot?"

Allison's POV:

Scott wildly turned his head left and right, almost as if he was searching for the voices he was hearing in his head. Remembering.

"Scott." Lydia called, noticing his frantic expression. "try to find them. Try to find them in your memories."

"You guys hit it off from the very beginning...I don't want you guys to lose that." He whispered with his brows furrowed before turning his head to the side. "I don't...think I would've survived if I didn't have Stiles with me."

"That's good! Find them in any memory!" I encourage. "Good or bad!"

"What's happening to him?" Malia worriedly asked, noticing his eyes fill with tears as they wildly searched everywhere.

"I don't know." Lydia whispered.

"H-He doesn't look good." Malia stammered. "He looks...lost."

"He is." I added. "He's trying to remember year's worth of memories and I think it's too much information for him to handle."

"So what do we do to help him?" Malia slightly raised her voice in frustration.

Lydia walks closer to the glass and smacks her hand against the window. "Scott? Scott, do you hear me? You have to try to focus!" Scott clamps his hand over his ears with a pained expression.

However, a faint clap of thunder erupts in the sky which causes me to slowly turn towards the entrance door. That's not good.

"You hear that?" Malia questioned as she walked over to the door and pressed her ear against it.

"Wasn't it thunder?" I asked.

"Maybe."

Lydia lets out a sigh behind me. "This isn't working."

Malia quickly walks back over to us. "Then we have to figure something else out."

"I know. I know--"

"Is he gonna freeze to death in there?"

"Malia, calm down." I whisper, noticing Lydia's anxious expression. "He's going to be fine."

"If his memories don't kill him." Lydia muttered, causing me to give her a stern look. "What?"

"There has to be another way to do this, isn't there?"

"I don't know! This is my first attempt at trying to open a dimensional rift in space-time, so I'm kind of fumbling around in the dark, okay?"

Malia huffed. "I'm getting him out."

She reaches forward to pull the handle but Lydia grabs her wrist. "Wait...I'm not the only one."

I furrow my brows in confusion. "I don't think I follow."

"I'm not the only one fumbling around in the dark." Lydia repeated. "I think we have to treat this more like actual hypnosis. They use images to guide you through memories. Like a stairwell-- the steps take you down through one year of your life to the next. That's how they regress you back."

Malia slowly nods. "I get it. So, he needs to imagine something. What do we tell him?"

"Scott? Can you hear me?" Lydia called in which Scott's nose crinkles in pain. "Imagine you're in the high school, in the corridor where all the lockers are. Just try to imagine standing there. That's where your memories are. They're all in the lockers. They're locked away behind each one. Every memory of Stiles is in a separate locker. Scott, you're there in the high school. You're standing there now."

Almost as if she flipped a switch, Scott's eyes snap open and he stood still, slowly moving his hands off of his ears.

Phoebe's POV:

"This is your brilliant idea?" Theo exasperated as Liam and I pushed several of the metal carts in front of the doors. "To barricade ourselves in the morgue?"

"The Ghost Riders go after the living...so, we hide with the dead." Liam simply answered, causing my eyes to widen as he casually walked over to the aisles on the wall.

He pulls open one of the containers containing a corpse and I cover my mouth in disgust. "I'd rather get taken."

"Yeah, I'm not getting in one of those." Theo added.

Liam nervously swallowed. "Me neither."

"You should have left me in the holding cell." Theo grumbled under his breath, walking over to the door to peek through the window.

Liam scoffed. "I should've listened to Phoebe and left you in the ground."

"Oh, really?" Theo harshly remarked. "What do you think I was doing down there? Just hanging out with my dead sister? Having a good time catching up on childhood memories?"

"Here we go again." I murmur, grabbing a stool from the side to take a seat.

"I think you were rotting down there." Liam emphasized.

"Liam finally gets one thing right." Theo sarcastically smiled.

He took another step closer to him. "I also think whatever happened to you, you deserved it."

"Is that right?"

"When the Ghost Riders find us, I'm not gonna do anything for you." He firmly stated, unfazed at the fact Theo didn't bother to turn around. "I'm not gonna help you. I'm not gonna save you. I'm gonna do exactly what you would do to me--I'm gonna use you as bait."

Theo finally snaps his head towards us but then his brows furrow into confusion as he slowly looks back out the window. "You still hear the ambulance?" Liam tilts his head to the side with uncertainty. "The siren, can you still hear it?"

My eyes widen in realization. "They're here."

"I see one already in the hall so as soon as he gets close, we're using this." Theo urged, gesturing for Liam and I to grab onto the metal cart.

"One, two, three!" Liam whispered and without sparing a second thought, the three of us push the metal cart through the doors, forcing the Ghost Rider to back into the wall.

It lets out a pained screech but in a matter of seconds, it slouches over the cart. "Nice."

"We're not out of the woods yet." Theo muttered and I follow his line of vision, my eyes widening at the dozens of Ghost Riders standing at the end of the hall. "Hide with the dead?"

"It was worth a try!" Liam exclaimed before the three of us sprinted around the corner, dodging the bullets firing our way.

Allison's POV:

"Lydia, I need your help." Scott finally spoke up, his eyes still screwed shut. "I don't think I can do this. I can't figure it out."

"Keep looking." Lydia urged.

"There are memories, but I don't know which one's the right one or if I'm supposed to focus on either Stiles or Olivia. W-What am I supposed to do?"

"Scott, you have to stay calm." I try to soothe, noticing his discomfort. "Find another memory. Just find another memory."

Ice begins to slowly coat the window in which Lydia quietly gasps. "It's getting too cold. He's getting too cold." She whispers and I glance down, seeing that the temperatures were dangerously low.

"What if it's not enough to remember them?" Lydia and I turn to Malia, seeing as she held up the small silver brick. "What if it's some kind of a connection he's supposed to make because of a memory?"

"An emotional connection?" I ask and Malia quickly nods.

"That could be why it worked for Stilinski, right? It was working for Allison because she was connecting to items that held a significance to her relationship."

"Stilinski wasn't just remembering someone. He was remembering his son." Lydia concluded and her eyes flickered to me. "You were remembering a relationship."

Malia quickly makes her way to the chamber. "Scott? Scott, can you hear me? Listen, I remember something. At the start of the year, Stiles was trying to find a place for you, Olivia, and him to live after graduation." Malia worriedly turns to us and I nod, encouraging her to continue. "He said you were getting an apartment together. And I remember saying something to Stiles, something like 'it's not always a good idea to live with your friends, even your best friend.' But Stiles said it wouldn't matter because you weren't just friends--you guys were more like brothers taking care of a little sister. A family."

The tears that pooled his eyes trickled down his face as he let out a quiet sob, taking in Malia's words but in a matter of seconds, the machine's alarms loudly went off which caused Malia and I to quickly take off the latches.

Malia heaved him out as fast as she could, leaving Scott to immediately gasp for air as soon as he stumbled out. "W-What? What's wrong? Why'd you bring me out?"

"Your heart rate dropped!" Lydia slightly raised her voice and I quickly rush to the back of the room, snatching one of the sheets covering the crates. "You were gonna die."

"We had to." Malia added.

"But, then..." His breath slightly shook as he glanced at the machine behind him. "But then nothing happened, did it? I-I-It didn't work."

"It's okay." I assure, draping the blanket over his shoulders. "We'll figure something else out."

He quickly shakes his head and stands up from his spot. "I'm going back in."

"No, you're not!" Lydia snapped, holding her arms out so he couldn't enter the chamber again.

"It was working. Something was happening, I could feel it." He tried to explain as Malia adjusted the sheet over his shoulders.

"But nothing was happening out here. Nothing, Scott." She firmly stated. "All we saw was you freezing to death."

"You're still too cold." I add, gesturing to his shivering mess.

He sadly looked down at his shaking hand. "We can't give up now."

"We're not." Malia stepped away and slipped her shirt off at ease, revealing her sports bra underneath. "It's my turn."

"Malia, are you sure?" I worriedly ask.

"While I don't have as much of memories with Olivia, I have plenty of memories of Stiles, too."

Lydia shook her head. "It's too dangerous."

"Not as dangerous as doing nothing." Scott assured. "She'll probably handle the cold better than me."

"If it's all about connection, then Stiles was the first person I connected with in a long time." Malia added.

I give a small shrug and look over to Lydia. "She'll need a visual."

Lydia hesitantly glances at the machine before she lets out a sigh. "Okay, I think I have an idea. But Malia, if your heart rate goes down like Scott's, or if we think you're going to freeze to death--"

"Then get me the hell out of there." Malia cuts in and she quickly steps inside the chamber.

I push the latches back into place and spin the dials back into their original spots.

"Can you see yourself there? Are you in the library now?" Lydia called once we saw Malia's expression churn into a trance-like state.

She slowly nods. "I'm here. I'm in the library."

"Can you see the books?"

"I see them."

"Concentrate on them. The books on the shelves are your memories–everything that's ever happened to you. Find the shelf that has all your memories of Stiles. Try to find a memory where you made some kind of connection with him."

Malia's expression shifts into wonder until her eyes suddenly widen.

"Did you...find something?" I hesitantly ask.

"I definitely connected." She muttered.

"Find something else." Lydia urged.

Malia's brows furrow into concentration. "Stiles...where are you going?" She whispered but the longer she stared, her eyelids slowly began to close.

"Malia." I hit my hand against the glass. "You have to stay awake."

"Malia, open your eyes." Scott insisted

"Can you hear us?" Lydia worriedly asked. "Open your eyes."

Abruptly her eyes shoot open and she slams her hand against the glass, letting out a choked gasp.

"Okay, okay. Get her out." I urge as Scott and I unclip the latches into the chamber.

"Wait, wait, wait. Look!" Lydia quickly says before Scott could open the door and I look up, seeing that the skylight brightly shined. "Something's happening."

The alarms from the machine begin to blare once more and Scott doesn't hesitate to pull open the door, pulling Malia into his arms and away from the machine.

I pull the sheet off of Scott and drape it over Malia's body which she lets out a sigh of relief. "T-T-Thanks Allison."

"What are you doing?" Scott demanded as he slipped his sweatshirt back on, watching as Lydia started to switch off the dials to the chamber.

"It's too dangerous." Lydia informed. "We're not going to save anyone by freezing you guys to death."

"But it was working, wasn't it?" Malia insisted.

"There was a light and a strange noise but no Stiles or Olivia." I dismissed. "It's too risky."

"But I remember them now!" Scott exclaimed, causing my eyes to widen. "I can see them in my head!"

Malia nodded. "So can I."

"They're more real now than they've ever been." Scott continued. "If we can bring Stiles and Olivia back, we can bring everyone back!"

"There's a huge difference in being a vivid memory and an actual corporeal human being." Lydia emphasized.

"I know." Scott's eyes fall to mine. "Which is why I think it should be Allison."

I snort. "Are you serious? You guys almost died in there and I'll barely last two minutes."

"We can think of something else. Malia's right. It's all about the connection." He tried to explain before grabbing onto my wrist. "When I was remembering Olivia, I was also remembering all the times you spent together and I understand why we broke up. You were...the happiest I've ever seen you've been compared to the times we've spent together. Nobody has a connection like you guys."

"Not only that, I saw it with Lydia and Stiles, too." Malia breathed out, still slightly shaky. "It works either way. You have to try it."

I slowly nod. "Okay."

"Then we have to do it the old-fashioned way." Lydia patted my shoulder. "They're going to have to hypnotize us.

Phoebe's POV:

I slam the bo staff against the Ghost Rider's hand, knocking the gun out of its grasp and kicking him away from me. He stumbles backward but before he could catch his footing, I plunge the sharpened end against his neck which instantly shoots out a splatter of blood.

I scrunch my nose in disgust, seeing as it stained my floral yellow shirt which causes me to sigh. "I loved this shirt."

A bullet whizzes past my head and I turn, seeing as the Ghost Rider aimed its gun towards me.

Before I could move away, Theo tackles him into the storage closet and quickly closes the door to prevent him from escaping.

I snatch one of the crutches on the wall and rush forward, shoving the crutch in between the door handle and the door frame to hold it into place.

"Thanks for the save."

He simply nods but turned down the hall. "They're everywhere."

"Good." Liam grunted as he painfully clutched onto his side and limped towards us.

"Really?" Theo scoffed. "You really need me to remind you that getting captured by the Ghost Riders isn't gonna help you save your friends?"

The sounds of boots approaching around the corner cause us to turn, watching as the shadows of the Ghost Riders come closer.

"We're all getting caught." Liam whispered with annoyance laced in his tone. "You can do it while you're running. I'm going down fighting."

I nod, unclipping my bo staff into two as soon as the six Ghost Riders stood at the end of the hall. "No more running."