Season Six

A scared, frantic boy stood in the sheriff's office.

The sheriff told the boy, "Alex, you know we're having trouble locating your parents. And since you can't remember anything, we have a method, an unusual method that might have you remember. But I need you to be okay with it. I also need you to know that it's probably going to hurt you."

Alex shook his head. "I don't care. I just want to find my mom and dad."

"You ready?" Scott asked, kneeling in front of Alex.

He let out a breath and nodded. Scott flicked his claws and inserted them into the back of Alex's neck. He gasped and his eyes rolled into the back of his neck as Scott's closed.

Scott's eyes opened a few minutes later and stepped back. "What did you see?" Stiles wondered.

"I saw a guy on a horse," Scott said.

"Horse?"

"He had a gun."

Molly frowned, remembering what she'd read and her worry only grew.

Sheriff Stilinski looked between the teens. "Okay, a guy with a gun. That sounds like my department, not yours."

Molly glanced to Alex and back to the sheriff. "And his parents? What happened to them?"

Scott shook his head. "I don't know. That's all I remember. But... I got this feeling."

"What kind of feeling?" Stiles asked.

"They're coming back," Alex replied. "They're coming for me."

Molly followed Stiles, Malia and Lydia out to a car. The car had a broken windshield and the passenger's door was missing.

"I don't think they're dead," Lydia said.

Malia shrugged. "They're dead. Probably torn apart. The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

Lydia frowned. "They're not dead. If they were dead, I'd sense it."

"If they were alive, I'd smell it."

Scott looked around. "Yeah, I'm not getting anything either."

Stiles looked at his friend. "Scott, what are you talkin' about? You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it."

"Well, it's not an exact science. And he's a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember."

Malia frowned. "Why does it matter if they're dead? Dead is dead."

Stiles said, "Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them."

Lydia narrowed her eyes at Stiles. "It sounds like you want it to be supernatural."

"It's been, like, three months since anything's happened."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and once a week you drag me out of bed like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector."

"I can't stop if I know something's going on. You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidences?"

"What I'm saying is maybe that wouldn't be so bad," Lydia retorted as she walked away, followed by Malia.

Stiles let out an irritated sigh as he stared at the windshield. Molly walked closer to him.

"You're staring at a broken windshield," Scott said bluntly.

"There's something wrong with it," Stiles replied.

"It's broken. And it wasn't a magic bullet. It was a regular bullet that blew out a regular windshield." He motioned to several other cars. "Just like that one, and that one, and that one."

Molly reached forward and grabbed a piece of glass. "Magic bullet."

---

The next day at school, Stiles overheard Molly ask, "Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo?"

"Maybe because you haven't signed up for your own photo yet?" Malia retorted.

"Yes I did," Molly argued, showing the papers.

"It's blank."

She stared at it, obviously confused. "Uh..."

"Or maybe you're sublimating the stress of graduating and starting the next school year by avoiding key milestones," Scott guessed. "Psych paper."

Lydia nodded. "Oh."

Molly frowned at her friends. "Hey, the deputy searched the car. No slugs, no exit hole. And the address Alex gave Stiles' dad, it's an abandoned house. Come on! Missing parents, suspicious guy on horseback, magic bullet. Who's comin' with?"

"I've got to retake my photos," Malia replied.

Lydia shook her head. "Yeah, not interested."

Scott sighed. "I cannot miss anymore classes. I missed 38 last semester. And Lydia's mom is the only reason I'm still in school. I can go after school."

Molly rolled her eyes and huffed. "You know what? Forget it. I'll take Liam. Stiles?"

Stiles nodded. "You don't have to ask twice." He looked over to see Liam who was kissing Hayden. "Yeah, we're not taking Liam."

Molly sighed. "But we may have to."

Sydney walked over and asked, "Hey, can I get a candid?"

"Uh, no," Molly said.

Stiles set Molly down next to him and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Lydia sat on the right side of Stiles. Scott and Malia were behind the three of them.

"Everybody smile," Sydney said as she took their picture.

During World History, Lydia heard a song associated with a certain monster she'd read about.

---

Scott, Molly and Stiles had just arrived at the Turner family's house in Stiles' Jeep. The three climbed out and walked up to the front steps to the house, which looked completely abandoned and disheveled. Stiles, Molly and Scott frowned at the sight of it as they considered what they were dealing with.

"That's not creepy at all," Stiles and Molly muttered.

The three walked inside the house, and Scott turned on a flashlight in his hand as they looked around. Just like with the exterior, the first floor of the inside of the house was completely empty and looked like it has been vacant for decades; everything was covered with dust and cobwebs, and there were no personal belongings to be seen. The floorboards creaked under their feet as Scott, Molly and Stiles walked into the dining room, where two plates, two water glasses, and two wine glasses were sitting on the table, which like the foyer and living room, was covered in dust and bits of dried up leaves. After visually examining the room with the flashlight, Scott looked at Stiles and Molly with a concerned and confused expression.

"You two wanna split up?" Scott asked.

Stiles and Molly looked at Scott as though he'd lost his mind. "Uh, absolutely not!"

After a strong gust of wind from outside caused the upstairs floorboards to creak as well, Scott jerked his head toward the staircase before he led Stiles and Molly towards it so they could investigate the upstairs as well. Like the rest of the house, the staircase was rickety and covered in cobwebs, causing the threw to walk up the stairs slowly to ensure that they didn't break anything. Upstairs, Scott, Molly and Stiles peeked into every room they passwd; while the rooms were completely free of furniture, decorations, or other personal belongings, they were at least clean and free of dust and cobwebs, unlike the downstairs. Confused, Scott, Molly and Stiles started to discuss what they had found.

"Maybe Alex got the address wrong?" Scott guessed.

"Or he lied," Molly said grimly.

"Why would he lie?"

Scott, Molly and Stiles made their way down the hallway, passing several more empty rooms, until they reached the end, where a chipped white wooden door was shut. The three shared a hesitant look before Molly, looking uneasy, stepped forward and reached out for the crystal doorknob, twisting it to open the door. When they walked inside, they were shocked to find that the room was clean, bright, and full of furnishings typical of a pre-teenage boy. It was clear by the photos on the wall that this was Alex's bedroom, and Scott, Molly and Stiles were stunned by the confirmation that something supernatural was truly going on.

"He didn't lie..." Stiles and Molly said.

Scott asked in a shocked tone, "Why didn't the cops say anything about this?"

Stiles shook his head before answering Scott's question. "They don't know its here. They can't come here without a warrant, and there's no owner of record to serve a warrant to... So, unless there's some kind of threat or imminent danger, they wouldn't come in."

Before Scott, Molly and Stiles could ponder any further, Scott froze when he suddenly heard footsteps and creaking floorboards downstairs. Stiles and Molly became alarmed when they saw Scott frown in confusion and concern.

"What?" Stiles and Molly asked.

"...I think I heard something," Scott replied as he hesitate for a moment before turning and walked out of the room to investigate. Stiles and Molly followed after Scott to accompany him, but on the latter's way to the door, she became distracted by the photos hanging on the wall next to it. She stepped over to get a closer look and frowned when she saw that every photograph was solely of Alex with no other people. Upon closer inspection, Molly noticed that one of the photos was in a frame with "#1 Dad" printed on it but didn't feature Alex's father anywhere; it soon became clear that Alex's father had somehow been erased from the photo when Molly noticed that Alex appeared to have his arm propped up as though he had rested it on his father's shoulder. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew behind Molly, startling her so much that she screamed.

"Molly?" Stiles said. "Hey, what is it?"

She shook her head. "I-I don't know. Something bad is coming, Stiles. Something really bad. You have to get my brothers here. I.. I need Sam and Dean here."

Meanwhile, Scott, still holding a lit flashlight, made his way down the stairs and back into the completely empty living room. He entered the dining room, once again making note of the empty plates and glasses set on the table until the sound of footsteps nearby caused him to look alarmed and uneasy. He was about to follow the sound when he glanced back at the table and realized to his shock that the plates that were just on the table had vanished; had it not been for the circles left behind in the thick layer of dust where the plates and glasses were just sitting, one would not know they had even been there.

Back upstairs in Alex's room, Molly and Stiles saw that the bedskirt was seemingly blowing in the wind, and they knelt down on the floor next to the bed to see if the source of the wind was under it. However, when they peered underneath the skirt, Molly saw two horse hooves step into view, both of which were splattered with human blood. Horrified, Molly backed away from the bed and looked up, expecting to see a horse standing behind the bed, but there was nothing to be seen.

Stiles was looking at his panicking friend with a worried expression.

Downstairs, Scott was walking through the dining room towards the kitchen when he heard floorboards creaking near the foyer, causing him to rush toward the sound in hopes of finding who was in the house with them. However, as soon as he turned the corner toward the door, he ran straight into Liam and Mason, both of whom gasped in fright before realizing it was just Scott. All three of them caught their breath for a brief moment before speaking.

"What-what are you doing here?" Liam asked.

"This is Alex's house," Scott replied. "What are you doing here?"

"This is where the compass led us."

Scott frowned. "What compass?"

Mason stepped forward and held out his right hand, which was holding the compass they stole from Mr. Douglas' cabinet at school. Scott frowned when he looked at the compass and saw that the needle was spinning around, seemingly of its own accord.

Up in Alex's room, Molly was so terrified by what she just saw that she rushed out of the room, followed by her concerned friend, and slammed the door shut, leaning her body against it for a moment to catch her breath. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind started blowing dried leaves through the hallway, just as they did the night before when Alex's parents were taken. Molly looked uneasy as she searched for the source of the wind, and was visibly startled when she turned back to see the cowboy from Alex's memories standing in the hallway behind her.

Stiles kept trying to figure out what was making her freak out so much.

Back downstairs, Scott, Mason and Liam were still watching in confusion and fear as the needle of the compass spins around.

"...Why's it doing that?" Scott wondered.

"I have no idea," Mason admitted.

Liam pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen before holding it out for Scott and Mason to see. The compass app had been pulled up, but the needle on it was also spinning around, with a "??" in the center where the direction should be indicated.

"They're all doing it," Liam said.

In the upstairs hallway, Molly was staring at the cowboy in horror as he removed his pistol from his hip holster and aimed it at her.

Molly, horrified, yelled, "Wait!"

Despite Molly's pleas, the cowboy walked towards her and pulled the trigger of his gun, causing bluish-green energy to be discharged at her. Molly flailed as she ducked down, causing the bullet to hit the door behind her and Stiles right above her heads, and as the man continued to shoot at her, Molly flattened herself on the floor and covered her face with her hands.

Suddenly, the compass in Mason's hand spun so hard that the glass face shattered, startling Scott, Mason and Liam, who had been watching the compass intently. When they heard a thumping noise upstairs, they ran up the staircase to find Molly recovering from the shock of being shot at by the mysterious man, who had since vanished while Stiles was looking at her with concern. Molly was in the middle of being pulled to her feet when the other three finally caught up with them.

"What? What happened?" Scott asked.

"He was here," Molly replied. "He shot at me!" She pointed at the bullet holes in the door to Alex's room. "It was one of the guys you saw in Alex's memory."

"The guy who took his parents?" Mason questioned.

She shook her head. "No, no, no... They weren't just taken -- they were made to disappear. That's why there's no furniture, that's why they weren't in any of the photos... They were erased."

Scott, Molly and Stiles shared a terrified look before Molly turned and ran toward Alex's room. As soon as she opened the door, they were all stunned to find that the room was completely empty -- every piece of furniture, every photo, and every toy had vanished.

"They got him," Molly whispered.

Stiles walked closer to Molly. "They won't get you, Molly."

Molly shook her head. "I'm already marked."

"Molly-"

"Find a way to save me. Sam, Dean and Cas can help."

"I will."

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL

Night had fallen, and Stiles, Molly and Lydia were walking together outside of the high school as they discussed what Scott, Molly and Stiles just learned.

While they walked, Molly flipped through an old book as she skimmed the pages and said, "I keep feeling like it's familiar, you know? Like I've heard it before."

"Pensée a civage?" Lydia said. "It's French for "a lingering thought you can't reach.""

She became frustrated. "Okay, well, is there a French word for "feeling an overwhelming sense of urgency and impending doom?""

Lydia rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Féminine un fille phantom? It's French for "Banshee.""

Stiles and Molly stopped walking and gave Lydia an exasperated look.

"Okay, what-what does your Banshee intuition say this is?" Stiles asked.

Lydia sighed and looked Molly in the eyes. "Molly, you don't have to figure this out now."

Molly met her eyes. "But this kid. This kid's got no one. You know, and... There's a reason why. There's gotta be."

Lydia heard the woman singing and repeated the lyrics. ""Killer on the road. Give this man a ride, sweet family will die. Killer on the road.""

"Riders on the Storm?" Molly asked.

"Huh?"

"That's the song. Riders on the Storm."

"That's it. We gotta go."

"What's it?" Stiles wondered. "Why do we need to go?"

"The Ghost Riders. The Wild Hunt. They come by storm, riding horses. And they take people."

Molly grinned at Lydia. "Lydia, you're so smart, I could hug you right now!"

Lydia smiled as she hugged her friend before walking off.

Stiles gave a small smile and followed his friend.

Lydia made her way to a classroom and sent a text.

Malia entered to see Lydia and said, "Got your text. You said you needed my help?" She saw Lydia. "Oh, God. That kind of help."

"Something terrible is going to happen," Lydia muttered.

"Okay, what is it?"

BEACON COUNTY SHERIFF'S STATION

The gust of wind blowing around the holding cells got stronger and stronger as Alex looked up to see where it was coming from. He was alarmed when he saw the ceiling begin to crumble in the center as a hole formed and ducked down into the corner in hopes of protecting himself from the falling plaster. Suddenly, lightning struck, and Alex's eyes widened in fear as the ceiling opened up, revealing swirling blackness as though it had become a portal of sorts.

Scott, Molly and Stiles rushed into the holding cell area, followed by Valerie Clarke, who looked confused when the three stopped in shock upon seeing that Alex's cell was empty and turned to her for answers.

"Where's the kid?" Molly asked. "What happened to him?"

Valerie frowned in confusion and looked at Molly warily. "What kid?"

Molly looked exasperated by the fact that Valerie had forgotten about Alex and said, "Alex? The kid from the car wreck? The kid whose parents went missing last night?"

Valerie looked dumbfounded by this line of questioning. "Who's Alex?"

Molly started to lose her patience and sighed she tried to jog her memory. "Clarke, listen to me -- he was here, okay? You met him."

Valerie looked at Molly and shrugged as though she didn't know what else to tell jer, and Scott decided to change the subject due to the time-sensitivity of their current situation.

"Where's the Sheriff?" Scott asked.

Valerie looked relieved to actually have an answer to that question. "He got called out to the high school. They found a body." Noticing the confusion on Molly's face, Valerie returned to the original topic. "No one's been in lock-up all day." She reached behind her and grabbed a nearby clipboard before handing it to Molly. "Check for yourself."

Molly quickly skimmed through the sign-in sheets while Scott and Stiles examined the now-empty holding cell, which bore no signs of the hole in the ceiling through which the Ghost Riders traveled. The trio looked horrified when they found no sign of Alex's presence.

"He's not on here," Molly said, so shocked that her voice dropped to a whisper. "They took him."

Scott looked at Stiles and Molly with wide eyes. "I shouldn't have left him alone."

"He knew they were coming for him," Stiles stated.

"What if they're coming back for everyone else who was on that road?"

Molly said grimly, "Then we already know who's next..."

Scott was horrified. "Liam and Hayden."

Stiles glanced at his friend, already fearing the worst.

Sam and Dean pulled up to Beacon Hills, unknowingly already beginning to forget.

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL

Scott, Molly and Stiles had just returned to the high school, where Sheriff's deputies were examining the crime scene as a result of the body Liam, Hayden and Mason found earlier. Police cruisers were in front of the school with their lights flashing red and blue as Scott, Molly and Stiles ran as fast as they could through the main entrance, which was full of people being questioned by police and waiting for news. They skidded to a halt when they saw how many people were milling around, and Scott and Stiles looked at Molly with a worried expression.

"I'll check the quad," Scott said. "Let me know if you two find them, and see if your dad knows anything."

"Yeah, okay," Stiles and Molly replied.

Scott started to jog toward the quad when Molly, looking anxious, stopped him. "Hey, Scott, wait..."

Scott immediately turned around and jogged back to Molly, who seemed to be concerned that she would be taken and attempted to say her last goodbye just in case, though she struggled to find the right words.

"Um, I-I just, uh... I wanted to say, um..." Molly stammered.

Scott, unaware of Molly's fear of being the Ghost Riders' victim and intent to return to the task at hand, spoke up when Molly was unable to finish her train of thought.

"Tell me later," Scott told her.

Molly replied anxiously, "Yeah, all right..."

Molly looked hesitant, but didn't stop Scott as he once again ran away. This time, Stiles and Molly did the same by running in the opposite direction, but nearly bowled Natalie Martin over in the process.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Natalie exclaimed.

"Sorry!" Stiles and Molly apologized.

"Slow it down!"

"Sorry, Ms. Martin, sorry. Hey, have you seen, uh, Liam and Hayden?" Molly asked. "Actually, forget that-- have you seen my brothers and maybe a trench-coated man?"

Natalie looked at Molly with a puzzled expression. "Who?"

"My brothers? They're probably here because of the body?"

Natalie's eyes widened in surprise and concern at that statement, and she lowered her voice to a whisper. "How do you know about the body? I understand why he's here. Not surprising that he is."

Just like before with Valerie, Molly became impatient and exasperated at how difficult it was for Natalie to understand what she was talking about.

"...Because my brothers are friends with the Sheriff?" Molly answered. "Ms. Martin, are you okay?"

Behind them, police officers were wheeling the body of Nick Mazzarra out of the school, and Natalie was unable to conceal her nervousness before she rushed towards them and said, "Uh... just wait here."

Stiles and Molly watched Natalie walk towards the police officers for a brief moment before they turned and rushed in the opposite direction towards the back doors of the entrance hall.

---

Lydia was staring at a computer screen at picture of horses in the sky.

"When did you have the premonition?" Malia asked.

"I was with Stiles and Molly and I realized it was the Wild Hunt," Lydia replied. "The Riders. They come on horses and sweep people up."

Malia read the words on the screen. ""Those who see the Wild Hunt beware, for you are already lost.""

---

In a stairwell around the corner from the entrance hall, Stiles and Molly, the latter in a more aimless manner, until they finally saw Mason and Liam and wasted no time rushing over to talk to them.

"Mason! Liam!" Stiles and Molly called. "Mason, Liam, hey!"

"Where's Hayden?" Molly asked.

Just then, Hayden, still in her workout gear from when she had soccer practice earlier, turned the corner to follow Mason and was instantly accosted by Stiles and Molly as well.

"Hayden?" Molly said. "Okay, there you go. Hayden, perfect. You -- you have to listen to me and Stiles right now."

Hayden, Liam and Mason looked at Molly with gaping mouths and wide eyes, clearly alarmed by her behavior, though Molly took no notice of this and instead she barreled ahead with her explanation while Stiles looked at her with concern.

Molly said, "Alex is gone, just like his parents, okay? The Ghost Riders took him, so you guys, you can't be alone. You gotta stick with Scott or with me and Stiles, because I can see them."

The two of them remained silent and looked at Stiles and Molly with concern and alarm, causing Molly to become impatient and frustrated.

"...Why the hell are you looking at me like that?"

Hayden, dumbfounded, struggled to come up with an appropriate response to Molly's question.

After a moment, Liam leaned to the side and whispered in Mason's ear, "Do we even know her?"

Mason, keeping one eye on Molly's, whispered back, "I don't even know if she goes here..."

Mason then addressed her with a patient and kind expression, assuming that Molly needed some kind of psychological help. "Do you go to this school? What's your name?"

Molly was visibly horrified by the fact that her three younger friends and packmates, just like Natalie, didn't seem to remember she existed, and when she thought about it more, she was transported into several flashbacks from earlier in the day.

Molly gasped in shock when she realized that she, like Alex and his parents, was being targeted by the Wild Hunt.

Stiles took her hands and said, "I'm here, Molly." He dried her tears.

---

Sheriff Stilinski, who had just finished updating his deputies about the case, turned to walk down the hall when Stiles and Molly rushed towards him, the latter looking extremely anxious and scared. Sam and Dean walked up to the sheriff to see what he could tell them.

"Kid, you okay?" Dean asked.

Molly sighed as she exclaimed, "Oh, thank God!" She instantly dove forward to give Dean and Sam a big hug. "Thank God! Okay..."

She took a deep breath as she pulled away from her brothers, though she kept her hands on their arms to focus Dean and Sam's attention on her and said, "Everyone's forgetting. Everyone is forgetting everything-"

The sheriff, looking concerned, held up his hands to indicate Molly should stop what she was doing. "Okay, okay, slow down, slow down. We'll figure this out together."

Molly panted. "Okay." She seemed somewhat relieved for the sheriff and her brothers' help and nodded as she caught her breath.

"Now, why don't you tell me your name?"

The shock of this reaction caused Molly to immediately yank herself out of Dean and Sam's hold before backing up and running away, absolutely devastated that even her brothers didn't seem to remember she existed. Tears fill her eyes as she rushed away, and the sheriff, Sam and Dean looked eacv confused and concerned about Molly's behavior.

Stiles said awkwardly, "She's going through something. I'll talk to her. "

---

Stiles and Molly had stopped in the entrance hall, where she pulled out his phone and shakily dialed Scott's number. After several rings, Scott answered it, and Molly didn't even give him a chance to say "Hello" before she blurted out his name.

"Scott?" Molly said.

"Hey-" Scott began.

Molly, in her fear and desperation, cut him off once again. "Scott, where are you? Where are you right now?"

Scott paused for a long moment before he finally spoke in a confused voice. "Who is this?"

Molly began to hyperventilate as though she was about to have a panic attack, and she absentmindedly dropped the hand that was holding her phone as she was transported into flashbacks to earlier that day.

Stiles took Molly's hand and squeezed it gently.

---

Back in the history classroom, Lydia had just come to a shocking conclusion about the Wild Hunt, and her eyes widened in horror as she turned to tell Malia what she'd figured out. "Horses -- she saw them. She saw the Wild Hunt!"

Lydia jumped to her feet and prepared to leave.

Lydia looked Malia in the eyes and asked, "Where's Molly?"

"Who's Molly?" Malia wondered.

Lydia rushed to the door. "I have to go." She frowned. "Wait. Why am I here?"

---

Meanwhile, back at the entrance hall, Molly had come to a similar conclusion and muttered to herself under her breath, "It's me... I'm next."

Stiles took her hands. "I'm not gonna let that happen."

"You can't stop it."

"I still know you, Molly. I can stop it."

"But everyone else is forgetting."

Molly gripped Stiles' hand tightly as leaves blew around them.

Molly pointed in a direction. "Hey, do you see him?"

Stiles shook his head and said, "Molly, if you can see them, they're gonna..."

Her grip tightened. "No, I know, I know. Okay. They're comin' for me. So you have to get away from me right now."

"I'm not leaving you."

Molly nodded. "All right, come on, come on!" As she held his hand, she yelled, "This way, this way, come on. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" She stopped suddenly and shifted directions. "Okay, this way. Keep going."

"Come on, come on, come on!" The Jeep loomed closer.

Stiles opened the passenger's side door and climbed in before handing Molly the keys. Molly got into the driver's seat and fumbled with the keys before shoving them in the ignition and stopped.

Stiles stared at her. "What are you doing? We have to go!"

Molly shook her head. "There's no time, Stiles. I'm going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You're gonna forget me."

Stiles frowned. "I won't. No. I'm not going to forget you."

She met his eyes. "Stiles, you will. Just find some way to remember me, okay?" He nodded. "Remember how you were the first guy I ever danced with?" Stiles bit his lip as he tried to keep himself from breaking down. "Or our first meeting when you correctly said my last name was a gun brand?" Stiles couldn't help but smile despite himself and nodded as she remembered. "...Sophomore year? ...Junior year? Remember how you saved my life?"

Stiles' voice was quiet and scared as he nodded in agreement. "You saved my life, too."

Molly squeezed Stiles' hands as the Ghost Riders got closer to the Jeep and she whispered quietly to him, "Just remember... Remember I love you."

Before Stiles or Molly could respond further, the Ghost Riders yanked the driver's door to the Jeep open and pulled Molly out as Stiles gasped in shock. The Ghost Riders then vanished as the Jeep door telekinetically shut itself. After a moment, Stiles' face went blank, and he muttered to himself in an effort to hold onto his memories of what just happened.

"Remember.... Remember... Remember... " Stiles muttered.

BEACON HILLS HIGH SCHOOL

Stiles walked into school the next day with his books in hand. Students were hanging around in the entrance hall, and ahead to the right, Stiles saw Liam, Mason, Hayden and Corey who were standing next to the row of lockers as they talked. When they saw him, they all smiled and waved, but it was clear by the confused look on Stiles' face that something didn't feel right to him as he watched the students walking and talking around him. After a moment, Malia and Lydia walked into the hall and stopped with a frown when they saw Stiles standing with a confused expression on his face.

"You okay?" Malia and Lydia asked.

Stiles said, "I have this feeling that I was supposed to do something..."

Scott, who had just walked into the hallway himself, joined Malia, Stiles and Lydia in front of the double doors and looked confused himself as he asked, "Do what?"

Stiles looked concerned by his lack of memory. "I can't remember..."