The room stayed silent for a few seconds, watching Stiles and trying to figure out what the hell they were gonna do. Scott looked confused. Melissa and the sheriff both looked concerned.
But Derek... he wore the expression somewhere between heartbroken and horrified. What the hell was he going to do? He ran a hand over his beard, trying to figure out the next step. "We need to call Deaton," he whispered to the sheriff.
"Okay.. now tell me who's president and what year it is," Melissa continued.
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Date: 2017-10-29 07:08 pm (UTC)But Derek... he wore the expression somewhere between heartbroken and horrified. What the hell was he going to do? He ran a hand over his beard, trying to figure out the next step. "We need to call Deaton," he whispered to the sheriff.
"Okay.. now tell me who's president and what year it is," Melissa continued.