And in the time that Abigail has lingered within the lecture theatre, a certain teenage human has managed to knock over a display case. The glass shatters to the ground noisily, the artwork inside destroyed by the fall. Stiles stares at the ground with a deer-in-headlights expression before noticing the only other person in the room: Abby.

“Run!” he tells her frantically, moving to grab her arm and yank her away into the corridor. Clearly, he’s under the impression that this is like a Hollywood film and security is seconds away from swarming the premise to arrest him. Since she was present at the time of the accident, she could be mistaken as a fellow perpetrator. Or something. Stiles isn’t really thinking straight.