"You're not dead, honey. We're just a little worried because it's 2018," Melissa said, sitting on the edge of his bed. "And you're 22. Not 16."

Scott looked back to Derek who looked like someone just shot his puppy in front of him. Stiles wouldn't remember anything about their life. Nothing. The sheriff patted Derek's shoulder as the older werewolf leave the room to call Deaton.