"Stiles?" this was the last place Stiles should be, at this time of night. it had to be him, even from the other end of the street she knew it was him. bidding adieu to the man she'd been speaking with, she hurried closer to him, as fast as her heels would let her.

when Nancy drew close, she noticed the sweats. and she noticed the lack of shoes. "Stiles?" she called again, worry ringing her voice. "what are you doing out here? it's almost 2-- where are your shoes?" this wasn't good. and neither was the fact that he didn't seem to be focusing on her. frowning, she placed a hand cautiously on his arm.

"Stiles?"