"Sheriff?" Noah heard the muffled sound of Lydia's voice. The man felt like his ears were submerged under water, "Sheriff, can you hear me?" she spoke again, only that time she sounded a lot closer than she did before.

It took some time for him to regain his senses; when he did, the first thing he recognized was Lydia's face. Then came the pain that his brain was finally able to process and translate. The third thing that reached his ears, was the commotion around him; he heard Mason's and Corey's voices nearby, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Is he conscious?" that was Nolan, asking Lydia if Noah awoke.

"Yes, but I think he needs a moment," she said.

"What's going on?" Stilinski grunted out as he tried to sit straight.

"Wait! I don't think you should be moving right now. We don't know what kind of injuries you have,"

"I think I am fine; I was just thrown back. I can move just fine, so it'll be alright," he told her.

"That's not really how it works, but...," she uttered as she did her best to assist him.

He took the sight around him once he stopped adjusting himself on the ground, where he sat. Mason and Corey whom he knew were there, were rushing to help whoever they could. The main entrance to the station was blown outwards, considering the pattern at which the uneven shards had been scattered after the fact.

Everyone else seemed to be scrambling in order to spare any life that can be saved, rushing in and out of the building in two different lines. There were no ambulances there yet though.

"What happened here?" he asked Lydia.

her eyes drifted back towards him before she spoke, "The nogitsuné... He placed a bomb in the station... Again," she said in a hushed tone.

"How do you know it's him?" the sheriff had asked that question before he could think his words over.

"Well, it's his ammo, shrapnel bombs," she paused, pointing at a tiny piece that had lodged itself under his skin, causing a small gash on his face. Lydia went on to explain further, "And I had a vision about it," Noah couldn't really tell, but he felt like Lydia was struggling to get the words out, like something was preventing her from speaking. Eventually, he resorted to assume it was the sheer weight of the recent events.

"The ambulances are on their way. Sheriff, are you alright?" Parrish emerged from the station. To Noah's relief, he seemed to be unharmed, apart from his uniform looking a bit rough.

"Where's Fisher?" Stilinski asked about Fisher before answering the original question.

"Yeah, she's fine, she was behind you when the explosion happened," said Parrish.

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"We were the first to arrive because we were already on the way here," said Nolan.

There was a moment when none of them said a thing. Parrish went back inside the station to help some more, and Nolan followed after him. Lydia remained silent; the sheriff couldn't think of anything to say to her right then.

"Dad?" he looked the other way just in time to see his son run his way, Scott a few feet behind him.

"I am fine, I am fine...," Noah immediately started trying to reassure Stiles, which he knew wasn't going to be an easy task, but he still didn't want him to worry, not more than he already was worried about everything else.

Stiles knelt down near his father's figure, his breathing rate out of norms, his features twisted with concern. If the sheriff had no clue what to say to Lydia, his tongue was pretty tied into a knot in front of his son. He knew nothing he'd come up with could help ease the tension on Stiles's shoulders.

Lydia stood up and moved away in order to give the both of them a moment with each other. It felt odd for Noah to admit, but it was comforting to just see Stiles near him. Neither of them needed to speak or say something specific, but "nice" was all he could think about to describe the way he felt at that time.

Lydia walked towards Scott, who wanted to make sure that the sheriff was alright before heading inside the station to help as well.

"The nogitsuné...," he uttered, unsure what else to add.

"That's the assumption,"

"You had a vision about it?" he asked.

"Yeah, I induced it," from an outsider point of view, and under different circumstances, their conversation could seem like one of the most uncomfortable and unpleasant settings to ever be in. But Scott and Lydia were dry out of words and energy to aligne them, "What did you find when you went to the nematon?"

"What do you think we found? I honestly have no idea what to say anymore," he said.

"More bodies, I assume," she paused to see his reaction, when he didn't say anything, she added, "Do you think they were experiments? Kinda like the dread doctors and the chimeras?"

"I doubt Parrish is still going around hiding bodies from us, and considering the way they were killed, I'm more inclined to think they were sacrifices," they started heading towards the station as they talked, "You said you induced your vision?"

"Yes, I used the hypnosis method that Deaton had shown me before, I think you were there when I did it for the first time. It was when we were up against the wild hunt," she explained.

"Yeah, I remember. We need to see Liam, I think he found a way to track our enemies,"

Lydia's eyes widened and darted towards Scott when she heard his last statement, "How?"

"I don't know, he didn't give any details in his text and we...," Scott stopped midway through his sentence to support Lydia's wavering body. She seemed dazed, like she was about to collapse, "Woah! Lydia? Are you okey?"

She brought a hand up to sooth her forehead, "Yeah, I just have this feeling... I am not sure, but I felt it before,"

"Another vision?" he asked.

"No, this is different, like something is off,"

"Tell me about it, a lot is off right now,"

"No, no, it's not like that, this feels more... Pressing," she began to turn left and right, seemingly looking for something precise. She was frantic, like whatever it was she was looking for, was to be the cause of immense hurt.

She froze a few moments after that. her gaze focused on a particular spot in the distance. Scott followed her sight only for his to land on a figure he wasn't sure he knew, "Is that...?"

"I think it is," Lydia broke into a sprint in that direction, caring very little about Scott's calls for her attention, and he was left with no other choice but to go after her.

Stiles who had been helping his father get off the ground, noticed his girlfriend and best friend running the same way, but when his eyes finally followed, they met the person they were going towards. He ceased all movement, which led to the sheriff noticing his rigidity, "What is it?" he asked his son.

"It's him...,"

"Him who?"

"The nogitsuné... He's here,"